I’m wearing a couple of new things these days. I bought this fun Lucite ring at a sidewalk sale.
I would have bought the matching bracelet but there’s no room on my arm because I’m also modeling this little gem.
I had a delightfully up close and personal meeting with concrete on the first day of school when my foot slipped off the curb and I ended up on my hands and knees in the middle of the street in front of everybody in carpool.
In addition to wounding my pride, I broke four toenails (hence the celebratory pedicure on Monday), ripped a hole in the knee of my favorite pants, and spent most of Friday night awake wondering if the throbbing in my ankles, knees, and wrists would ever stop. Fortunately, the pain has subsided everywhere except for my wrist, and I think I can say it’s officially sprained.
Of course, this would all be self-diagnosed because I don’t like to go to the doctor because his cure for everything is stretching and Epsom salts and there’s something about Epsom salts that gives me the heebie-jeebies because my grandmother used them for something called a sitz bath which had nothing to do with aching wrists.
I tried wrapping it in an Ace bandage but it didn’t provide enough support (and I’m refraining from going off on a tangent about my first encounter with support bras in the Sears catalog) so I went to my favorite pharmacy and the pharmacist helped fit me for a wrist splint and how much did I love him when he suggested I needed to get a size small.
I haven’t had a size small on my body since I was pregnant and craving daily rations of the BK Big Fish Sandwich.
Come to think of it, that may be the root of my extra-large problem.
So that’s my story.
I’m gimpy but sporting skinny bling.
Have a nice day.