29 January 2009
slip sliding away
I am fighting off a cold, I think. Drinking lots of Emergen-C and trying to sleep a lot. And watching lots of Rod Blagojevich on the news. Oh, how I wish that man would just go quietly into the dark night. Go away, Governor Bladdy-Blah. Just. Go. Away. I am so tired of your droning voice and your big fluffy eighties hair.
I fell down the stairs again. That's twice in three weeks. Possibly two of maybe three times in my life of falling down the stairs. So my back and my forearms have big ugly bruises on them and I am afraid people will think my husband (my husband who won't even kill a spider, who will instead round it up and carry it outside) is abusing me. Because I am so black and blue. And because who falls down the stairs twice in one month, for God's sake?
I was actually looking up symptoms of MS the other night. Jonathan, although much used to my imagining myself to be fatally ill, was laughing at me. I know it's silly. But seriously, people, why do I keep falling down? And why do symptoms of such serious diseases like MS have to be so vague? I think I have every symptom.
The next morning, I slipped and fell in the shower. I wish I were making this up. So now I have a bruise across my butt, too. Lovely.
Jonathan wonders if it is from all this working out. Although I didn't go this week since I think I have a cold and just want to curl up in a ball and pull the covers over my head. But he wonders if I am a bit sore and therefore moving differently. Which is most likely it. That and the new pergo flooring on our stairs. And the fact that showers can be slippery places. sigh
But I haven't felt like blogging lately. I am mostly reading everyone else's blogs and thinking how much more interesting their lives are than mine.