“I tell you what freedom is to me: no fear.” ~ Nina Simone
Not only will this hurt tomorrow, but it hurt when I did it today. My Lord, this day, this day, this day: it did not go as planned. Mom and I went back to the ER this morning after a day and a bad, bad night of some unusual symptoms and a tiny fall. She’s fine from the fall but was readmitted to get to the bottom of the symptoms, which may or may not be associated with her meds (we’ll know more tomorrow). Neither of us had eaten before we went to the hospital, so I went across the street for food when they took her for a CT scan late this afternoon. On my way back, I tripped on an uneven sidewalk and took a none-too-graceful dance in slow motion before the hard fall. My left knee took the brunt of it. I’m pretty sure my kneecap popped out of place, but I got up fast enough to pop it back in. Blood was seeping through my jeans by the time I got back to the ER, and people began looking at me like I was the patient. A super kind nurse brought me an ice pack. However, tonight, I’m incredibly thankful I didn’t do a faceplant into the sidewalk because that would have really hurt, and I’m asking forgiveness for the copious no-good very bad words I said out loud when I fell. Shew – last weekend it was a sting, this weekend it is a fall. Anybody got any bubble wrap they can loan me to get through Labor Day? ha!
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