last night, at the y, i fell.
doing nothing cool, like kicking butt in basketball or playing a vicious game of racquetball. no. nothing cool like that.
i was shooting some hoops on the mini basketball things with the husband & i'm so terrible, my ball went flying out of the little cage. so, i scrambled after it, slipped on a wet bit of slickery floor and down i went.
and sat there on the floor cringing, wincing, flinching in pain until i squeeked out a little "jas" and he came running to my rescue, of course. & carried me, my whole self, all the way out to the car. he is my hero.
today... i've been holed up in the house, hobbling about on one foot because my left ankle is approximately the size of texas. (note - it is amazing how many things i take for granted as a two-footed person. try going up & down stairs on one foot. or putting water in the ice cube tray and bringing it over to the freezer. or getting into the bathtub. jeez. that one was a toughie.)
jason says it's sprained (i think it's broken, but i have a tendency to believe i'm going to die after pretty much any minor accident).
i've been going through a little rough patch as of late & today i decided to get over it. i've been crying and sobbing & i just realized that the only thing i have control of, is my attitude.
everything else is out of my hands.
so, i'm going to laugh & kiss & cook & love, regardless of whatever else comes my way.
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