I don't think I looked this graceful when I fell but the chin and glasses show a close resemblance.
I would like to share yesterday with you. It wasn’t extraordinary, just crazy: an accumulation of bad energy leading to a calamity of errors and I've got the wet pants and bruises to prove it.
I’ll set the tale spinning by first setting the stage with the events of the day before. Monday I had to get up at 6:30 to take my two male pups to the Vet’s for the snip at 8:OO. I’m not used to getting up that early, I’m never conscious until about 8:30, but I managed to make it there on time
and after a few hugs and wet kisses I left my babies in strange hands, something that tugged my heart strings all the way home. Having to leave my babies for surgery created a lot of anxiety but I didn’t want them to sense my worry and stress them more than they already were, so I told them they were going on an fun adventure......oh the guilt!
So I drive back home for breakfast to drown my sorrow in bacon, the number one comfort food
on the planet. I love bacon and would eat it every day if not for the cooking mess and the fact that it’ll kill ya. But it worked its magic and I almost forgot to worry until the phone rang just as I was leaving for work. It was the vet office and I knew it had to be something bad. My heart jumped to my throat until I heard the words, “don’t panic, nothing is wrong” (they know me well) but then listened to the surgeon tell me that both of my boys had an elevated ALT liver enzyme and it was best not to proceed with surgery until we fixed it.
The only logical thing to do was have the girls tested as well, to see if they were all effected and if so, then it was a dietary problem. So I took my girls in for the same test and sure enough they all had the elevated count to a greater or lesser degree. We could rule out toxins...there is nothing in my life that would harm a fly, even my floors are washed with vinegar. As far as we can tell, I’ve been feeding them too rich a diet of protein and not enough carbs. So the plan is to stuff them with potato, rice and veggies, along with meat, for a two week period and then have them retested and hopefully get them neutered. All this took several hours and the morning was now shot. I didn't get to the shop until noon. Sorry to anyone who came by but my hairy kids trump rug hooking. Emergencies happen, and besides, it's not like I'm running a Walmart...it's just a little craft business and sometimes life has bumps that need to be flattened.
Getting the males neurtered is a bit of a panic as the two boys have come into their own and have taken a shining to the girls. Poor Honey and Fiz are sitting on their woowoos pretty much most of the day. I'm doing a lot of monitoring and separating. It's amazing how insistent the boys can be when they're surged with testosterone. Luckily it comes and goes so we all get a reprieve but I can’t leave them alone for a second or goodness knows what I’d find when I get home. The two boys would be smoking a cigarette and the girls would be phoning the rape hotline. I'm just making a joke...I'm not insensative to anyone that has been raped)
So that was my day Monday. Long and tiring and then after a sleepless night I wasn’t in the best shape Tuesday morning and was late for work again. Cooking potatoes and carrots and chicken for the pups wasn’t part of my regular routine so that slowed me down on top of the regular dragging of feet.
So I get to work and the phone rings. I had made up a custom kit for a woman last week who was at the door at 10:00 and waited ½ hour for me to show up. I hadn’t realized she would be there at that time but that doesn’t really matter, I was in the wrong. I should have known better and posted a sign on the door. The woman was wild. Told me so, said she was not a happy camper and it wasn’t the words she used, it was the way they were enunciated. I could see her teeth in my head as she snarled out the words. She then asked if I plan be in on Thursday at 10:00 and I said of course, I always plan to be there, things just happen, and she hung up on me.
Now it was my fault but there are better ways to communicate and being rude isn’t fair. You can get your point across without maiming the receiver. I’m not proud of it, but when people go off on me I sink to a dark place and I wallow there. I can’t just brush it off or let it cascade down my back. It’s a part of me that I don’t like but I guess past experiences have impaired the ability to bounce back as fast as I should. Defend & Deflect...that should be my motto! No one likes to be treated in a mean way and I let it brow beat me…give it power I shouldn’t. I was wrong to be late, but I am only one person doing the best I can, there was no need to treat me that unkindly. I got the feeling if I told her something serious had happened, maybe a death or an accident, it wouldn’t have mattered in the least.
So that set my mood for the day and a dark cloud followed me about, waiting for the opportunity to rain down on me. I phoned hubby and he helped talk me into a better place but it was still nagging at me for most of the day, making it difficult to smile and count my blessings. When upset, my entire body slumps like a whipped child and was probably the reason I couldn't lift my leg as high as I should have.
I tripped on the handle of a basket coming out of the closet under the staircase in the shop. I twisted my foot and bent back the big and second toe in an odd angle. Now footless, I dropped to my knees like a lead brick. Now legless, the top part of my body fell forward and came down on the sharp corner of my desk in the middle of my throat, right in the esophagus area! Seeing the edge coming toward me in an almost slow motion fall, I braced my right shoulder to take some of
the impact and in the process hit my collar bone pretty hard as well.
As the pain of the fall and the realization of what could have happened hit me I started to cry. I kept swallowing to make sure I was okay, then sat on the floor like a big baby and sobbed my heart out. Funny how a few tears can release every ounce of stress building in your system and open the flood gates to a good old fashioned bawl. My son ran to my side to see if I needed an ambulance but I assured him I would be alright. I was ranting and wailing as I slowly got to my feet while thanking my lucky stars that it wasn’t more serious. I kept swallowing, it felt like I had a ball in there but it was only sore and not damaged. Luckily I'm not a man with an Adam’s apple or it would have been apple sauce!
So, I limped around the rest of the day, favouring my right knee the most as it sent shoots of pain up my thigh….some sort of nerve quiver. My left knee is just bruised and sore. I was soooooooooo very lucky I’m a tough old bird physically. To bad the mental part wouldn't follow suit.
So the universe wasn’t through with me yet. You can't dump that much negativity and not expect the boomerang effect. Wallowing will be pummeled with more crap…that’s the law. I was limping around feeling sorry for myself with an upside-down smile, priming myself for more disaster. I had to work late to get an order out and by 9:00 I was aching, tired, hungry and cranky so I was locking up when an overwhelming urge to sneeze gripped me. I tried to brace my sore body from the force but nothing could soften that blow. I sneezed like I was trying to catapult a dust fragment from the tip of my big toe up and out through my nose, and my full bladder just couldn't handle the assault. So...I peed my pants. How cheery and such a lovely cherry on the sundae of my day!
So I drove home thinking I'd better start smiling or goodness knows what would be waiting for me...not dinner or a warm house that's for sure! So I soaked in an Epsom Salt bath and put on my jammies and made dinner for the hairy kids and me hoping I wouldn't be too stiff in the morning. So I had a bad day and although I'm stiff and sore, I can see the humour in it. I keep saying everyday is an adventure for me....nothing is ever boring! I attract stories like white cat hair on a black dress.
So I think I need to change the hours of shop operation. I find it hard to get there at 10:00 and the stress of keeping people waiting makes it even worse so maybe I’ll change the hours to come by chance between 10-10-30, giving me a half hour extra to get there if needed. I used to open at 10:30 when I was on 14 Pleasant Street and I don’t know why I changed it so I’ll go back to it and hopefully that will spare folks from waiting and me from being at the end of their wrath when I screw up. Life can be so complicated…..
New Shop Hours Until further notice.....Opening somewhere between 10:00 - 10:30 Monday to Saturday..... closed at 5:00 as always, but I am usually here working late if you want to call after hours.
I’ll set the tale spinning by first setting the stage with the events of the day before. Monday I had to get up at 6:30 to take my two male pups to the Vet’s for the snip at 8:OO. I’m not used to getting up that early, I’m never conscious until about 8:30, but I managed to make it there on time
and after a few hugs and wet kisses I left my babies in strange hands, something that tugged my heart strings all the way home. Having to leave my babies for surgery created a lot of anxiety but I didn’t want them to sense my worry and stress them more than they already were, so I told them they were going on an fun adventure......oh the guilt!
So I drive back home for breakfast to drown my sorrow in bacon, the number one comfort food
on the planet. I love bacon and would eat it every day if not for the cooking mess and the fact that it’ll kill ya. But it worked its magic and I almost forgot to worry until the phone rang just as I was leaving for work. It was the vet office and I knew it had to be something bad. My heart jumped to my throat until I heard the words, “don’t panic, nothing is wrong” (they know me well) but then listened to the surgeon tell me that both of my boys had an elevated ALT liver enzyme and it was best not to proceed with surgery until we fixed it.
The only logical thing to do was have the girls tested as well, to see if they were all effected and if so, then it was a dietary problem. So I took my girls in for the same test and sure enough they all had the elevated count to a greater or lesser degree. We could rule out toxins...there is nothing in my life that would harm a fly, even my floors are washed with vinegar. As far as we can tell, I’ve been feeding them too rich a diet of protein and not enough carbs. So the plan is to stuff them with potato, rice and veggies, along with meat, for a two week period and then have them retested and hopefully get them neutered. All this took several hours and the morning was now shot. I didn't get to the shop until noon. Sorry to anyone who came by but my hairy kids trump rug hooking. Emergencies happen, and besides, it's not like I'm running a Walmart...it's just a little craft business and sometimes life has bumps that need to be flattened.
Getting the males neurtered is a bit of a panic as the two boys have come into their own and have taken a shining to the girls. Poor Honey and Fiz are sitting on their woowoos pretty much most of the day. I'm doing a lot of monitoring and separating. It's amazing how insistent the boys can be when they're surged with testosterone. Luckily it comes and goes so we all get a reprieve but I can’t leave them alone for a second or goodness knows what I’d find when I get home. The two boys would be smoking a cigarette and the girls would be phoning the rape hotline. I'm just making a joke...I'm not insensative to anyone that has been raped)
So that was my day Monday. Long and tiring and then after a sleepless night I wasn’t in the best shape Tuesday morning and was late for work again. Cooking potatoes and carrots and chicken for the pups wasn’t part of my regular routine so that slowed me down on top of the regular dragging of feet.
So I get to work and the phone rings. I had made up a custom kit for a woman last week who was at the door at 10:00 and waited ½ hour for me to show up. I hadn’t realized she would be there at that time but that doesn’t really matter, I was in the wrong. I should have known better and posted a sign on the door. The woman was wild. Told me so, said she was not a happy camper and it wasn’t the words she used, it was the way they were enunciated. I could see her teeth in my head as she snarled out the words. She then asked if I plan be in on Thursday at 10:00 and I said of course, I always plan to be there, things just happen, and she hung up on me.
Now it was my fault but there are better ways to communicate and being rude isn’t fair. You can get your point across without maiming the receiver. I’m not proud of it, but when people go off on me I sink to a dark place and I wallow there. I can’t just brush it off or let it cascade down my back. It’s a part of me that I don’t like but I guess past experiences have impaired the ability to bounce back as fast as I should. Defend & Deflect...that should be my motto! No one likes to be treated in a mean way and I let it brow beat me…give it power I shouldn’t. I was wrong to be late, but I am only one person doing the best I can, there was no need to treat me that unkindly. I got the feeling if I told her something serious had happened, maybe a death or an accident, it wouldn’t have mattered in the least.
So that set my mood for the day and a dark cloud followed me about, waiting for the opportunity to rain down on me. I phoned hubby and he helped talk me into a better place but it was still nagging at me for most of the day, making it difficult to smile and count my blessings. When upset, my entire body slumps like a whipped child and was probably the reason I couldn't lift my leg as high as I should have.
I tripped on the handle of a basket coming out of the closet under the staircase in the shop. I twisted my foot and bent back the big and second toe in an odd angle. Now footless, I dropped to my knees like a lead brick. Now legless, the top part of my body fell forward and came down on the sharp corner of my desk in the middle of my throat, right in the esophagus area! Seeing the edge coming toward me in an almost slow motion fall, I braced my right shoulder to take some of
the impact and in the process hit my collar bone pretty hard as well.
As the pain of the fall and the realization of what could have happened hit me I started to cry. I kept swallowing to make sure I was okay, then sat on the floor like a big baby and sobbed my heart out. Funny how a few tears can release every ounce of stress building in your system and open the flood gates to a good old fashioned bawl. My son ran to my side to see if I needed an ambulance but I assured him I would be alright. I was ranting and wailing as I slowly got to my feet while thanking my lucky stars that it wasn’t more serious. I kept swallowing, it felt like I had a ball in there but it was only sore and not damaged. Luckily I'm not a man with an Adam’s apple or it would have been apple sauce!
So, I limped around the rest of the day, favouring my right knee the most as it sent shoots of pain up my thigh….some sort of nerve quiver. My left knee is just bruised and sore. I was soooooooooo very lucky I’m a tough old bird physically. To bad the mental part wouldn't follow suit.
So the universe wasn’t through with me yet. You can't dump that much negativity and not expect the boomerang effect. Wallowing will be pummeled with more crap…that’s the law. I was limping around feeling sorry for myself with an upside-down smile, priming myself for more disaster. I had to work late to get an order out and by 9:00 I was aching, tired, hungry and cranky so I was locking up when an overwhelming urge to sneeze gripped me. I tried to brace my sore body from the force but nothing could soften that blow. I sneezed like I was trying to catapult a dust fragment from the tip of my big toe up and out through my nose, and my full bladder just couldn't handle the assault. So...I peed my pants. How cheery and such a lovely cherry on the sundae of my day!
So I drove home thinking I'd better start smiling or goodness knows what would be waiting for me...not dinner or a warm house that's for sure! So I soaked in an Epsom Salt bath and put on my jammies and made dinner for the hairy kids and me hoping I wouldn't be too stiff in the morning. So I had a bad day and although I'm stiff and sore, I can see the humour in it. I keep saying everyday is an adventure for me....nothing is ever boring! I attract stories like white cat hair on a black dress.
So I think I need to change the hours of shop operation. I find it hard to get there at 10:00 and the stress of keeping people waiting makes it even worse so maybe I’ll change the hours to come by chance between 10-10-30, giving me a half hour extra to get there if needed. I used to open at 10:30 when I was on 14 Pleasant Street and I don’t know why I changed it so I’ll go back to it and hopefully that will spare folks from waiting and me from being at the end of their wrath when I screw up. Life can be so complicated…..
New Shop Hours Until further notice.....Opening somewhere between 10:00 - 10:30 Monday to Saturday..... closed at 5:00 as always, but I am usually here working late if you want to call after hours.
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