Sunday, April 22, 2012

I WILL Take My Vacation!

"Tell me more about this 'vacation' thing, Mom..."
I know I'm a little late to the party this week, but I have a slew of excuses designed to make you feel really, really bad for me.

A couple of weeks ago I lost a crucial battle in my ongoing war with gravity and fell down a couple of steps; several casualties resulted. My favorite ice coffee cup, with its double walled construction and purple straw, shattered on impact with the driveway. My laptop, my dear friend and companion, fell about six feet straight down and landed flat on the gravel. I hoped, a futile weak little hope, that it might defy my luck and survive.

It did not.

The third casualty of this stupid fall, more important than the cup and arguably less emotionally devastating that the laptop, was my left ankle. Something in there is sprained and something in there is probably, I admit, broken. I've broken foot bones before. (Did I mention this battle against gravity is not new to me?) The husband and I are having a long-term "discussion" about exactly when I should go to the doctor. Obviously, I can't go to the doctor because what if something is way more broken than I think? What if an xray says I need to be in a cast? I am going on vacation. Already, one dog-blogging friend of mine is grounded due to broken bone and given how much I plan to harass him over it, I'd better show up myself, limping or not.

Next. On Tuesday of this week I noticed our preschooler breathing funny. You're just going to have to trust me when I say I have laser-sighted instincts about this kid's breathing, given some severe respiratory problems he's had in the past. Heart full of foreboding, I trotted him off to the pediatrician and waited for the words "You're overreacting."

Ha ha ha! The doctor never says that to me. He said, "We need some xrays. Now." Surprise, your instincts are great, your little boy has pneumonia.

Thursday night we dropped of my vehicle for pre-inspection repairs that guarantee I will not be enjoying the comforts of a new laptop anytime soon, since the necessary funds and a lot of other funds besides are now devoted toward getting my vehicle in state-inspection-passing shape. (They are SO picky about little things like giant cracks in the windshield. Jeez. That's the price of a laptop right there!)

Obviously the only way to end the week was for the little boy to start feeling better at the same time I came down with a sudden incapacitating case of the Martian Sinus Cold. I don't remember the past couple of days. I promise you I spent yesterday asleep.

None of this is going to change my plans. I'll see you at Gettysburg. I'll be the one limping along with a neurotic little black houndie trying to hide behind me.

If you're also going to GiG and want to say hi, please feel free to get in touch with me through FB, here! I'll add the usual disclaimer that any personality I display on the internet tends to evaporate when I'm placed into "real life."


  1. total bummer about the ankle. I really sprain my ankle bad about 9 years ago. I wish I had broken it, at least it probably would have healed better. Wish I was going to GIG. I so want to go.

  2. Of all the things I'm sorry to learn here, I'm sorriest to learn (now that the boy is getting better) that the stupid car repairs will trump the laptop. How ever will you live? Can't you flaunt the law?

    1. I'm married to a lawful-type. ;) S. is going to lend me one for the trip and until I can replace mine. :) Seriously, $350 for the windshield, augh.

  3. Hopefully you got all your bad luck out now and can enjoy your trip! Glad the little guy is getting better and sorry about the laptop and your ankle. They say bad luck comes in threes, so that must be it for you. Have fun at GiG!!

  4. Yowza, that is one bad week. I'm glad that your kiddo is doing better, but terribly sorry to hear about all of it.

    We're going to be in Gettysburg too. I'm looking forward to it!

  5. I'm a big fan of not going to the doctor when I've injured body parts, as it usually results in unexpected surgery (which then results in excruciating physical therapy, and me swearing to never do anything so stupid again - which lasts until the next stupid - but different stupid - thing happens). This pretty much explains why I went back to work JUST for the health insurance... And really, those state inspector people are SO picky... ;-)

    -Dr. Liz (and not Fiona the dog, who is blessedly injury free *knock on wood*)

  6. You know I will find you! If I have to follow you like a stalker, that's what it will come to! lol

    And yes, we missed the cookies last year, but that's not the worst thing that could happen to my big behind!

  7. Errr... well at least you should be easy enough to spot! Deccy x

  8. Wow! You've had a tough time lately! Thankfully you got your son in and he is on the mend although I really think you should be getting that foot looked at! I hope things start looking up! :)