May 18, 2010

Rainy days and Tuesdays...

Today was going to be a wonderful day:  Savannah was supposed to run in the Wellsville Mile, a big race that all the 4th and 5th graders in the south end of the valley compete in each year.  This year will be her final one before entering the mad-dash world of middle school next year.  In honor of the occasion, and because Braden also had an orthodontist appointment scheduled for later this afternoon, I scheduled the day off of work so I wouldn't have to keep dashing in and out.  I was soooo looking forward to a few hours to myself, just relaxing. Unfortunately, the weather had different plans for the kids, so the race was postponed until Thursday (more on that later!).

But first, let me tell you about yesterday.  Yesterday, on my way home from work, I was stopped at a stoplight, waiting for my chance to turn when -WHAM- the white-haired old lady in the car behind me rammed right into the back of my car with a pretty good wallop.  Turns out that she was swatting at some sort of flying insect buzzing around her and not watching what was happening in front of her.  We pulled over and looked at our vehicles, neither of which were really hurt.  My rear taillight has a tiny crack, and it scuffed up my bumper, but nothing worse than what's already happened to it, and hers didn't look like anything had even happened.  We exchanged information, "just in case," and I went on my merry way, enjoying the good high that only an adrenaline rush can give you, but thankful that it hadn't been worse.

Cut back to today: For approximately 3.7 seconds I told myself I should just head to work, but I quickly gave up that warped idea!  Great!  Now I would have the entire day to myself (at least until 3:30 p.m.) to do anything I want.  I really want to get out again with my camera, but one look outside cured that desire.  I thought about doing some scrapbooking, but didn't really feel like doing that either: too much of a mess to clean up.  Reading a good book, uninterrupted, usually my heart's desire?  I tried gamely, but just couldn't work up the interest.  So what did I do?  I watched umpteen-million episodes of house hunters or other shows of the same ilk and worked on getting all of the faces in my digital photo albums tagged.  Do I lead an exciting life, or what?  (yeah, yeah, I know it's the "or what," - no need to humor me). 

As the day wears on I've noticed more and more a headache, my neck is stiffening up a lot, and is really quite sore.  So great... I wonder how many days I should live with it before I go get it checked out?  I hate to seem like one of those people that gets in a fender-bender and then claims to be disabled for life, but I also don't want to be the one to foot the bill if I end up having to get it checked out. What would you do?

On a brighter note, today is also my Aunt Lois' birthday, and I am so blessed to be her niece!  Happy birthday, Lo!  And in a weird way, it's also my "Un-Anniversary," as the ex and I selfishly hijacked her birthday for our wedding date all those years ago.  Little did I know at the time that it would forever link the two events in my mind.  If we had picked any other random day, I would probably never remember. 

Anyhoo, I'm off to soak in some nice, near-scalding bathwater in the hopes that it will make my head feel better.

1 comment:

Lo said...

Give the neck a day to loosen up, with warm towels. If it still hurts, get it checked. Seriously. Bummer. Glad nobody was hurt.
Love you.