Things I've learned...part 4..

...when my children were younger I used to tell them that every situation was an opportunity to learn something.  A chance to learn something about yourself and also about those around you.  We would take a few moments every day to talk about our experiences and what we learned from them...gah, they must have hated that.  Oy, to this week.

* I learned that an overweight, 57year old, white haired woman, can actually be mistaken for a drug seeking misfit.

*I learned that some people are just plain stupid.

*I learned that if you are feeling rather punky it is not a good idea to park on the top floor of the hospital parking garage.

*I learned that concrete has no 'give.'

*I learned that a broken rib, or two, or three is possibly the worst physical pain I have ever endured.

*breathing hurts.

*I hate stupid people.

*I love my doctor, and especially the medication she prescribed for me.

*I learned that if you grocery shop on a Saturday evening not only will you be the only one in the store but there will be no milk or fresh produce to be found. 

*I learned that I have the best blog buddies and that I should count my blessings every single day.

and I do.  Thank you all for your concern.  I am slowly feeling better and think that I might possibly even get some sleep tonight.   Happy Monday ya'll.

stumble, tumble, shake, rattlle and roll...

...yesterday as I was moving the sprinkler I noticed that my feet seemed to be tangled up with each other.  Oh no, thought me...don't fall.

slow motion sets in and I notice the hose reel that is attached to the house.  I'll grab on to that I say but my self is not fooled.  The dang reel comes right off the house.

In my downward spiral I notice our fountain.  We had moved it into the yard earlier to clean it.  Don't hit the fountain I tell myself but once again I'm not listening.

Hello fountain, wow concreted against your rib cage is ridiculously painful.

Oh, hello sidewalk...don't hit your head, don't hit your head, don't hit your head.   *damn*

Seven and a half hours later I return home from the emergency room.  I've been x-rayed, prodded, injected and rattled around enough to wake the dead.   I am covered in abrasions and contusions (scratches, bruises) and have not one, not two, but three fractured ribs on the left side.  Thank God I didn't hit my head.

see you in a few days.  Meanwhile, I must find something for the pain as the emergency room doctor thought I was 'drug seeking' (post for another time) and sent me home without pain meds.   *damn*

where have I been...

...gorging munching on Rainier cherries...

...'nuff said!  How about you?

Deep, cleansing breath...

...can you feel it?

taken at a local marina the last warm, sunny day we had...July 3rd!  Sorry to all you dealing with the opressive heat...

Not a gardener...

..am I.  I don't even play one on the tele.  Those green thumbs and grass stained knees have never thrilled me as it does many others.  I don't mind gardening but it often feels too much like yard work than something lovely and soothing.  I might enjoy it better if I was the least bit successful at it...well, maybe.

Here's my recent dilemma. 

These are growing all over the place.  Never planted them, don't know what they are but at the moment they are the only blooming thing in the yard!  Some of them have even planted themselves in empty hose containers and old bins. (not that I have any of that stuff hanging around my yard.)

and so, my bloggy garden guru friends, can you tell me what this is?  And do I have to spend the day tomorrow pulling them out??

Please don't tell me that it some noxious weed that will cause all kinds of mayhem if it isn't removed!  Thanks ya'll.

Who knew...

...first of all I wanted to thank you all for your comments,  support and wonderful advice.  Obviously many of you have been in these shoes before.  That is so sad to me on so many different levels,  family should be the place where you get to be who you are without being judged.  It's a fantasy I carry in my little head...must have watched too much t.v. when I was growing up.  "Brady Bunch," "Waltons," "Father knows Best," "Donna Reed,"  all gave me an unrealistic view of 'family.' 

On to other things:

Today the hubs had a run in with the electric pruning shears.  Ouch!  He will be fine/he is fine.  But here's the funny thing.  He cut his pinky finger quite deeply and that sucker bled and bled and bled some more.  He is on blood thinners so getting any kind of cut to stop bleeding is sometimes futile and we end up in the ER.  After wrapping it up and getting him over to the ER, a long wait of about two hours with him holding it higher than his heart to slow down the bleeding, and finally getting back to see the doctor you will never guess what they did.  After unwrapping it and checking for foreign objects, then a quick clean with saline they super-glued it shut.  Yep, super-glue!  The doctor said that's how they treat these bleeder now instead of stitching them up.  Clean it up then glue it shut.  Now, there's something new to add to our first aid kit!

Have a good Monday...

A long, hard look...

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...every so often life requires us, by circumstance, to take a step back and take a good, hard, difficult look at ourselves.  That has certainly been the case for me as of late and as much as I try to keep my personal life off of the blog this issue has seeped into every pore of my soul and is tearing at the fabric of my being.

I know that you are all aware of my health issues but there is much, much more that I don't share in that regard, and, at times I have skimmed over the troubles I have with my extended family.  I have no desire to turn this blog into a tell--all of the dysfunctional passive aggressive middle school mentality of said family, nor is it an attempt to solicit sympathy.   It's just me and my little heart in a bad place.

Yep, I've got my judgy-pants on, again.  It's not something I am proud of and truth be told I do my best to not be a judgemental person.  Those judgy-pants don't fit me well anymore and that is something I have striven very diligently to accomplish.  But, we are all human and all put those pants on occasionally.  The trick is to not get too comfortable in them and that is where this becomes so difficult for me.  You see, those certain people are quite used to wearing the judgy-pants.  They fit like a glove and are the most comfortable thing they own, and I can't be a part of someone who is thus so comfortable.

If I remove myself from the situation then I change the dynamics of our family.  I will be choosing to not share holidays/special days/summer days/birthdays/any days with the only people I am related to that are still alive.  I will be making a choice that will affect my marriage and my relationship with my children.  But in every sense of the word I will be choosing to save my own life.  I feel so torn right now, so broken that my trust has been shattered.  I feel battered and bruised by the very ones who know who I really am but choose to see something different.

Time to take my judgy-pants off before they get too comfortable.

White Wednesday...

...a couple of

thrifty finds

for



my

Secret Garden.



Linking to Kathleen

at Faded Charm

for

White Wednesday.

of lovely days and lovely ways...

You know there ain't no cure...

...for the summertime blues.

Conspiracy theory...

...three day holiday.
...chop, chop, chop.
...skewer, marinate, chop.
...bake.
...chop, mix, chop.
...slice, dice, mix.
...many people.
...little baby.
...munch, munch, gorge.
...slurp, slobber, mwah.
...eat, drink, be merry.
...boom, pow, crackle-pop.
...sunshine, all three days.
...85degrees.
...wet feet, sticky fingers, bumble bees.
...and one, only one, yep, just one s'more...

have all conspired to make me a little dehydrated and a lot sick.  Too sick to even get in the car and go to the dr.  So, I'm off to take some more anti-nausea meds and I'll see y'all soon.  Hope your holiday was grand!

Monday's **snap**...

Enjoy your holiday....be safe and don't forget to buckle up!