At least that's as good of an excuse as any for why I won't ever get there. Finances could be a
My friend Megan apparently fractured her arm and tailbone some time ago. She is a wise girl who realized that going to the doctor to learn if the break was real was a complete waste of time. After all, surely pain and suffering are enough to self diagnose!
I think I have a stress fracture in my right foot from digging all of my lovely flower beds. It has hurt for three weeks solid, and the area of pain moves around. Now my knee hurts and I'm blaming it on my foot hurting because I'm unconsciously favoring my right foot.
My solution? I will endeavor to avoid digging for a week or so and see if it gets better. I will not give up and rest it. Or go to the doctor.
Doctors are only for those who've truly given up all other avenues of healing.
Resting is for quitters.
Or stupid people who don't have the patience to heal.
Take your pick.
I found out that my Mom thinks the reason I drove so fast growing up was because I had a red car. I regret to inform all of you that I drove fast even in her tan Taurus. That family wagon had a governor on it that made it top out at 135 mph. Thus I was doomed to lose every drag race I entered my sophomore year of high school.
I'm not sure my mom wants to know those facts of my life.
I got the "Safe Driver" award from the teachers one year in high school. I was baffled by that award. After all, I thought my speedy ways were common knowledge. I asked my mom how they chose who got it. Well, apparently I always had a seat belt on any time they saw me in a car.
Of course I wore a seat belt! Did they think I was completely stupid? Any girl driving 80 mph over the speed limit needs to wear a seat belt! DUH!!!
This is nurse's week. And nobody has bought me one gift. I haven't even received my gifts from the hospital as I was swamped with PATIENT CARE. I hate when my job gets in the way of my fun at work...The charge nurse is supposed to bring the daily gifts to her nurses when the nurses are too busy to get them...My charge nurse is failing on this note and I've been too busy to whine to her about it.
So I'm whining to you.
I had a friend send me this for nurses day:
Yes, it's tacky. But I think it is HILARIOUS! And true.
My husband doesn't really want to think about that...
You probably don't either Gentle Reader. But now it is forever in your brain.