A little bloggy blog

I feel like being sentimental today but am not sure I have the chops for it. But I can laugh at how ridiculously pitiful my life has been over the past few weeks. What else can you do sometimes?

It always happens that way in my life. When it rains it becomes a monsoon that blows the little pig's house down that leaves the piggy squealing "Are you the big bad wolf, Oh God??? Do You want to consume me??" Well, the answer would be "yes" ultimately, God does want to consume me, as un-palletable as I am. He is so persistent that way. It can be quite annoying. I don't think He really had anything to do with most of the story to follow... it's just the way life is sometimes. But He will use it. No doubt.

So, I moaned and wailed about having the flu, right? Well, once I came out of my four day stupor of being bed ridden with that, I actually realized I had let my children slip into a very unsympathetic, spoiled & selfish existence in our home. I just do way too much for them. All throughout my illness they were pretty demanding of me and unhelpful as I was needing some support. They are 12 & almost 10. Well able to help out around the house. So the week after I got better, I went on boycott. They did all the laundry, dishes & chores for a whole week as a lesson about helping out when Mom is feeling bad... or just in general. We have now re-adjusted to doing the chores as a group effort, so ultimately I think this was good for my kids. Spoiled kids are no good.

So then I started coughing. Hacked & hacked. But I started back running again. The day I made it back up to 3 miles without stopping, I broke a rib. It was hurting that day but three days later I was in serious pain. A chest x-ray showed that the cartilage had broken away from the bone on one of the ribs in the center section of the chest. Blood was pooling up around it & causing pain & inflamation. It was caused by all the coughing. Can you believe that? Ugh. So the Doc gave me great meds that helped with the pain alot. It's gonna take 6 weeks to heal though. Bummer, huh?

I went on a business trip to Orlando anyway, all doped up. The morning of my business meeting I decided to go run. I ordered room service for 9am, took my meds & then ran at 8am. 3 miles on Hydrocodone was a breeze! Didn't feel a thing! However, by 9:30 am I was paying homage to the porcelain god who wanted to reclaim my breakfast. I continued my trail of vomit throughout the trip. Just before my meeting, sitting in the lobby waiting, I had to make a mad dash for the ladies room to pay homage once again. I made it through the meeting but gave the porcelain god accolades once again afterwards in the same ladies room. One more salute on the side of the Turn Pike at a toll booth and my trail of vomit was coming to a close. It was all very sexy. I finally got to my destination & felt good enough to go out and have fun with some friends last night, so that was a nice ending to an awful day.

I have made it through all of that to say this: "Eat before you take pain medicine" and "Life goes on!"

That's about as much sentiment as I can muster right now. I am sure you feel my sentiments in the story though! :))

Hope you all have a good weekend!