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And what did we learn today, boys and girls?

18
June

If you lean forward to throw something in a box while sitting on a rolling office chair–on linoleum, mind you, instead of the usual carpeting–said chair will roll the opposite direction and dump you on your ass.

Ouch.

Surgucal knee got torqued a little and I do believe I have a bruise on my rear end. I will probably have to fill out accident report papers tomorrow if the secretary hasn’t already packed them. :P However, I am walking and any pain is muscles at this point, so I’ve dosed myself with Ibuprofen and I’m off to ice the knee.

Don’t. Do. This.

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Exit limping

26
September

I did my usual hustle out the door with Harley this morning.

Everything was fine.

Until I took that step past the mailbox. Something twanged in my knee, I gasped, and then–as always–I told myself it wasn’t too bad, and kept walking. Not well, mind you, but I did the half mile.

And then I came home, popped Ibuprofen, and raced off to school.

By noon I was in pain again, but I’d forgotten the painkiller. I sat. A lot. A half hour meeting, then an hour and a half meeting, then a half hour drive home, a two-hour choir practice and then an hour choir practice.

It doesn’t hurt at all when I’m sitting.

Get me upright and moving? Ouch. I have no idea what I torqued. A tendon (or muscle) in the back of my knee hurts in addition to that tendon in the front of the knee, and the whole thing is swollen.

I’m off to elevate and ice it. And I won’t be walking the dog tomorrow morning–I’ve enlisted the daughter to take a little responsibility for her pet and walk him in my stead.

Now that I have a class of thirty-one (three more today! Yippee!) I’m not looking forward to whipping around the classroom to stay on top of everyone.

I just won’t forget the damn Ibuprofen.

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Time to get back to work

23
July

After all, I only have another eight days of what I’d call vacation. August hits, and I head back to the classroom.

So, today is writing, writing, writing and a little bit of work in the garden. You heard it here first. Somehow I tweaked my back (in addition to smashing my little toe into the back of a grocery cart–it took all my efforts not to scream, which was important, because how threatening are sour cream and cottage cheese containers, really?) and I’m disinclined to doing much movement until the meds kick in.

Last night, the Eldest showed up with SO and dog. He checked out Harley’s paw (obviously, it was the day for hurting ourselves by doing nothing) and we had dinner together. I’d been alone for so long, it was nice have people (and a dog) around the house. (So maybe I should get out more. It’s at least another week and a half before the Spousling returns from camp.)

I dragged both of them into Google+ and lo, this morning, the Eldest has already uploaded a number of his climbing pictures. Mind you, he doesn’t have his profile pic up yet, and when he does, it’ll be one of him perched somewhere precariously or dangling off a rope.

I know this child too well.

Right now most of the photos are of some other mothers’ children perched precariously on rocks, and I just want to scream, “That photo just added three dozen more white hairs to your mom’s head! Get down from there!”

We spoke last night of the things I had to yell into the backyard at the Eldest, in particular. Things like: David! Untie your brother from the tree!

It’s far too easy to convince a 2YO to hold the end of a rope and lean back against the tree trunk, you know? But basically, they never change.

I’m horrified by Norway and the deaths there. The world has shrunk so much with Twitter and other social media, that it all seems to happen in my backyard. It’s easy to believe that if it could happen there, it could happen here, but difficult to accept that prevention is not even a possibility. Yet would I want to live in a society where prevention was possible and accept the curtailing of individual freedoms?

I think not.

Still not watching the news media or reading much news online–the conjecture (We have nothing of import to add to this report so we will interview people who know nothing yet are too willing to blab about what they don’t know. I wish I could say this was just Fox.) and biases (Yeah, it wasn’t brown people this time, but it coulda/shoulda/woulda been and it’s still your fault!) piss me off too much.

In other news, the dog is snoring, the sky is overcast, and I am tempted to join him.

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28
March

Don’t quite know what happened between yesterday and today but my biorhythms–or at least the physical, have sunk to new lows.

I banged my little toe against a doorjamb–it’s not broken, but it’s sore. Following that little contretemps, I tripped between the kitchen doorway and my office and went flat.

It was a good fall, as my falls go. Nothing broke and no knee damage. I’m just a little stiff tonight and I’ll have some good bruises on my kneecaps.

I drove to school, making it there with no further damage, and then in the middle of groups, with a couple kids still at my table as I tried smooshing addition into their heads–I spilled my entire cup of coffee.

You know, one is an accident, two is a pattern, and three is… well, that’s my wake up call. Obviously, I’m doomed. I dodged kinders all morning and afternoon and refused to stand under the tree in the kindergarten yard with the broken limb that was still in the tree only because it had gotten snagged on another. (Also, the groundsmen taped around the yard and tree so no one would cross after school. However, the slides all dump kids off in that zone. Did they tape off the slide? Of course, not. I hope they’re finishing up the storm’s pruning job tomorrow morning.)

I did nothing more strenuous this afternoon than swinging by the grocery store for one thing and then came home. I am not stupid.

I take it back; I am stupid. I then tried to upgrade Scrivener on the mac. One would think that dragging an icon onto another would be a snap.

One would be wrong. Apparently, my fingers had been de-coordinated while I slept.

I am hoping I’ve hit rock bottom on the physical issues. If this is only halfway down, I don’t want to know.

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