No Strike, Just Couldn't Type

Awwe, ya'll are so sweet. You love me even when I'm bitchy. Way to show a girl some love.

No, I didn't go on strike. Just been crippled and had great difficulty typing one handed. Honest, I have proof!

What happened:

I am not known for my gracefulness- at all. I proved that fact once again Wednesday night. I was attempting to walk out my front door when I stumbled on a piece of carpet and stuck out my left arm to catch my flying ass and knocked the shinopolous out of my forearm. It hurt. Hurt like hell. It immediately swoll up- is that a word? Anyhow, everybody said those dreaded words.... IT's BROKEN! Of course I vehemently denied it. So I went on about my way.

It kept swelling...
and throbbing...
and burning...

Okay, so I took my ass to the emergency room. Mostly to shut Studmuffin up. I told him that my long bones are invincible. You can get a sledgehammer after them and they won't brake. This fact was proven with the multiple times my parents took me to the emergency room only to come home with a sprain or torn ligaments. Even when I was paralyzed for two weeks following a severe boat wreck that separated every rib from my rib cage- and dislocated my jaw, shoulder and hip- but not a broken bone.

So I make a bet with Studmuffin and the ER doc. I say it's not broken, they swear up and down it is. You could hear the doc while he was looking at the xray-

" You gotta be kidding me. I am not believing this..."-

Needless to say, they owe me $25 bucks. I still haven't seen it, but NO BROKEN BONES!!

The bone is badly bruised and swollen, so I come home with this splint. It looks like this....



So other than being as graceful as a camel, not much else is going on. I am just baching it this week while Studmuffin is away at a conference. I feel like my left leg has been cut off. I totally admit to being completely and utterly spoiled rotten. I had to get myself up out of the bed this morning, on time and manage to see the kids off, get dressed and fix my own breakfast and coffee. All by myself. Imagine that. Did I mention I am spoiled?? Since I have been in school so much, he takes care of me. I do well to get through the day on my own. He is my rock, my support, my constant cheerleader.

I drove onto my road today and felt a sense of disappointment. I really get excited and look forward to seeing his car in the driveway each day when I come home. No car there today- bummer. He'll be back Friday. I'm not naive though; I realize he may be truly having a wonderful time, no wife to cater to, no kids to clean up after, to fuss at, to keep motivated, no animals to take care of... he's on freaking vacation. He really deserves a good break where he doesn't have to do anything. I know he is so tired and burned out. I totally take him for granted too much. I need to take control more and do more around here. Absence makes the heart grow fonder...... Boy, I owe him a lot. He says when I get my good paying job and he can quit working two and three jobs, that will be pay back. He can hunt, fish and make time for things he likes to do. I need to save this post for when he reminds me of this....

I have finished two of my three finals. I have one more and I just found out it is a take home. {doin a happy dance} I only have two more classes and an online course left this summer. I will be done at the end of July, take my comprehensive exams, and graduate. You just don't know how long I have waited for that.

There are a few things I want to do when I finish school- I have made a list:
1. take an art class
2. spend more time with my children
3. get my house and business back organized
4. take a trip with my husband
5. finish my honeymoon (7 years ago- by the way)scrapbook; do a family one.
6. eat healthy, lose weight, exercise to tone up and get in shape
7. read a good book for pleasure
9. write a story for the magazine True Story
10. relax, breathe, enjoy life