I’m not trying to kill myself. Really, I’m not. But my body seems to think I have other intentions. After spraining my hip last week on the slick preschool floor, I’ve been in a race against time to get better. I’m sitting on ice, popping my oxycodone, resting as much as physically possible with two […]
October 2011
Being home and exceptionally limited in my mobility at the moment, I’ve noticed an increase in the kids making bids for attention. Some of it is good, such as really stepping in to help bring me things I need or carry something for me. Some of it is negative bids, acting out to either get […]
I don’t do injured very well. In fact, I’m a miserable patient with no patience at all, especially when forced to take a load off at home. I was reminded of this little shortcoming in my flowery personality this week when I did this impressive double twist on the daycare linoleum floor that would have […]