I had the best crayfish party last night: food was amazing, the company was everything you can wish for, the wine was good, we were all having a good time, and it felt so good to just be surrounded by a bunch of great friends. Great spent quality time.
However, life can never be completely sugar sweet, right? And unfortunately there isn’t much mercy for those of us that are natural-born-klutzes. Those of us that just have go and mess things up for ourselves, us constant Bambies on thin ice. I just happen to be one of those. I bump into things that other people gracefully avoid. I not only slip and fall on ice spots, I fall and break my foot in the fall. I walk into poles, stumble on treadmills, get stuck with my t-shirt in stair climber (how!?) and then, yesterday, I took a few steps, and slipped on the wet grass (I was barefoot) and managed to sprain my ankle (and no, it wasn’t a drunk slip. Just an unfortunate one that someone with a little bit of grace probably would have been able to avoid). Ta ta daaaaa! And, she’s done it again!
The great crayfish party went on with me, a foot in bandage, and some serious mind abuse going on in my brain. All in all it was a great party, but today, when I woke up and looked down at my football-sized food, saw the blue sky outside the window and thought about that fact that there won’t be any running for me for a while, I felt like crying.
So instead of enjoying a lap in the forest followed by an afternoon at the beach today, we are heading to the pharmacy to get painkillers and bandages. Funny how things turn out sometimes.