Welcome to my #DSFWeeklyRewind post this week! I’m hope you’ll join in the fun! So how was my week? I’m typing with one hand and desperately need to wash my hair.
Why? Because this happened.
This week’s roller skating adventure ended with this. Turns out, I have the wrong size wheels for what I need. But I’m not mad at skating. I’m not angry with the little girls blocking the wall I was going to crash into, er, hold on to for dear life, so, not wanting to knock them over, I lost my balance and fell backwards. I’m not even angry at myself for pushing myself to go though my gut said I probably shouldn’t. And I will never hate the song YMCA, which was playing as I fell.
I blame the situation that makes me feel so horrible that I need respite, activity to escape, and occasional anxiety meds (for something that absolutely should NOT require them). The project of changing that just got a shove into hyperdrive. Life is too short to deal with crap like this. Thankfully, I believe in and listen to the messages of the universe. I was listening, but apparently, it thought I needed a yell, hence the break.
And no, rude physician’s assistant, the message isn’t “I’m not too old for roller skating.” The Protopopovs figure skated into their 70s. I was at this age, on this night, but I was ill-equipped, tired, and, as the mean hospital scale revealed, heavier than I thought (which means too-speedy wheels times weight equals way too much velocity). P.S. bedside manner means you make people feel better, jerk. After his third, “You shouldn’t be skating [because I’m over 12],” I said, “You don’t have any fun in life, do you?”
And p.p.s., in kilograms, I’m soooooo below my goal weight. I’m going metric!
The nurses and other physician’s assistant were great. The one nurse and I talked about how much fun skating can be. The xray tech lamented that she threw her back out bowling once, and she loves to bowl. When I spied stickers in the xray room, I asked her if I could have one. Without hesitation, she said sure, told me what kinds they were, asked me which I wanted, and gave me 2 sheets of Minions. BANANA!
Act my age… are you out of your mind?
Work drivel happened, but who cares? I haven’t gone Thursday or Friday. Pain, icing, elevation — this is my job until I see the orthopedic guy early next week. I should just need a hard cast… fingers crossed.
Prior to my adventure this week, I reviewed The Edge of Seventeen. Could I love Woody Harrelson more? I also reviewed my Tuesday night TV obsession, This Is Us. I ended up watching QVC in the hospital. I texted Mom to turn it on and Santa Mom ordered these platters I saw (Temp-tations… LOVE!).
It could have been much worse, which I knew in the moment. My goals for the weekend are to bathe and wash my hair, do my elevating/icing/pain relieving, and ordering a text to speech thingy. I type pretty well one-handed, but why if I don’t have to?
I already started looking for new skates, though I’m putting myself on the disabled list until spring training. I have to work on my overall health, to skate better next time and so if I go back to the ER, I’ll be, like, a small child’s weight in kilograms.
Here’s to a happy weekend, and a great week next week. May your roads be smooth, may your limbs be intact, or, at the very least then, may your pain relievers work wonders.
Until next time, peace.
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For fun, I give you the Protopopovs skating as old folks. In this video, he is 83; she is 79.