Today was a thinking day. Hubby didn't have to be into work until noon but Iw as going to drop him off at 11 so I could go to a luncheon at my church called Golden Agers at 1130am. But I thought, when I woke up, that I wanted to sleep in, so we reset the alarm and I didn't get up until 11. Hubby got up, got ready for work, he was working in Colorado Springs today, and left. My dad also left at 7am from his house, to go to a dog show in WY. Mom stayed here, in her house, with their two other dogs, because they think that Lacy may be preggers, and they don't want to expose her to other dogs in case they have the canine flu. Or some other nasty that would cause problems with the pregnancy. See, they had her inseminated, twice, and won't really know if she is pregnant until the middle of June, when they take her up to the vet and have her x-rayed. The x-ray will show little spines and they are hoping for a litter of 5 or more.
So today I spent the day thinking about how unfair it was that as soon as I started walking our dogs, I stepped off the curb, twisted my ankle and fell. I sat for a couple of minutes with sharp shooting pains, then got up and continue walking the dogs home. Then I iced my ankle but went back out later that day and helped my neighbor walk her her dogs. My ankle swelled up that evening and I iced again. Hubby bought me an ACE bandage to wrap it. I took the bandage off for Cassie's wedding so I could wear my boots. Cassie really loved my dress, even though it wasn't purple, it was teal with a small pattern with some brown in it that matched my boots. As hubby pointed out, I am the Mother, I'm Mommah, and I need to stand out from the wedding party.
Yesterday I worked at the Zoo as a Docent and had to walk up a hill to get to Primate World. Well this morning my ankle was throbbing a little so I had to ice it. I stayed in bed and played on the computer, read a Janice Evanovich book, got two packages ready for hubby to mail off for me, and ate. I did make the bed but stayed in my jammie, feeling sorry for myself. When I woke up I was feeling wonderful, full of energy and vigor. But my ankle dragged me down. I wanted to walk the dogs before it rained in the morning. Stupid ankle. The doctor did call and tell me it wasn't broken and it could take up to 6 weeks to heal. Yesterday made a week since it happened. But since I can walk with it, I am going to try to walk the dogs next week, give it another week to heal.
I had plans to work in the craft room today but didn't want to stand more than necessary. Tomorrow my Red Hat Queeen, Judithmary, is going to pick me up at 11am and we will go over to her house and sort through a bunch of Red Hat Stuff for the auction we are going to have. She assured me that I would be able to do most of it sitting. Then if I am feeling up to it in the afternoon, I will work on the craft room.
Around 4pm, hubby came home with Arby's, a medium Beef N Cheddar for me, curly fries and a large Pepsi, and we ate dinner. We finished at 430 and then he had to leave. We talked about a documentary that he put on last night as I was going to sleep about a woman who survived being flung out of a plane at 30,000 feet, still strapped to her seat, and survived. She landed in the jungles of Peru and walked for 10 days to get rescued. It was a very moving show and I wish I had been able to watch it. I listened to some of it before I fell asleep. Hubby stayed up until 4am, when I woke up with 4am with terrible stomach cramps that sent me into the bathroom a couple of times.
Hubby came home around 9, we talked for a little bit, he hung out in his office for a while, trying to figure out how to download a video from my cell phone onto my computer. Oh, and smoking pot. He is a pot smoker, not a lot, but it does help settle his stomach and keep his depression at bay. He functions, holds down a job, parents and is a loving husband. He doesn't sit and smoke, stare off into space being stoned, that's not why he smokes. But since it is legal here, and he does have a medical mj license, all the power to him. Even with our mounting debts to the State and IRS, he only spend $80 a month on it, just as much as he would spend on prescriptions to cover the same ailments.
To cheer myself up a little, I watched videos of tea cup piggies on YouTube. And Ellen. She makes me laugh.
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