It's Official - March Broke Me

Well, I thought I was doing good there for a few days. After the ice cream/raffle thing, I had a good 48 hours. Positive meetings with a client, relaxing a little with my hubby, having fun with my kids. I must have let it all go to my head.

On Friday, I decided to join my boys at their field trip to Skate City. Now, growing up I was always a really good skater and I figured this would be good. Growing up in a small town, it was truly one of the few things to do every weekend - we didn't even have a movie theatre near us! So, I figured I could go and skate with my boys and help out on the floor. No fear here.

After about 70 minutes on the floor, I was finally getting my groove back. It was hard with all those kids out there who could NOT skate to save their lives and a floor that looked more like an ice rink (all white) than a roller rink to me (I'm used to a wooden plank floor). I can do this really cool skating move where I sort of bounce on my rear wheels and roll onto my front wheels. Only this time, my really cool move wasn't so cool.

First my right rear wheels slip and I lose a little balance. Then my front left wheels slip and I feel both legs go out - right in front of me. And not slipping nicely in front where I have time to fall correctly. I fall straight down, legs in front of me. Down down down, flat on my butt. If someone had had a camera on me, I could've won the ultimate prize on America's Funniest Videos, I'm sure!

Now, I try to move and couldn't. Freaked out. Finally got myself under control with the help of some other adults and a couple of really helpful floor guards (and a few not so helpful ones!). Got my skates off and got off the floor. Eventually got back over to the group area. Had the group leader round up my kids (who were -thankfully - not on the floor but were playing video games at the time). And called my husband to come pick us up.

After he picked us up, I told him he might as well just go straight to the ER. I already knew I couldn't get into my real doctor and the urgent care wouldn't have X-Ray. I was NOT getting in and out of the car more than once! Just getting into his car (instead of my van? I'm still not sure why I had to get DOWN into a car instead of UP into the van?!?!) made me cry for 10 minutes.

After a 2 hour wait at OPRMC, I finally got taken back and checked out. They think it's one of two things - broken in one of two ways or just bruised. It doesn't feel like a bruise and it hurts whenever I move a certain way. So, I get taken to X-Ray. Yep. I'm broken. Thankfully it wasn't a lumbar fracture as they feared due to the pain radiating up my back. Unfortunately, it's my coccyx (tailbone). Yep, I broke my butt. *sigh*

According to the ER doc, it can take up to 6 weeks to heal this kind of fracture. It's not like they can truly put my butt in a sling - that really is just an expression! There's nothing they or I can do for it except rest and Percocet. Ah - drugs. Very nice if they didn't make me so sick. And being sick and not being able to bend over or sit down is actually worse than the pain without the pills. *sigh again*

I'll see my regular doctor early this week and find out how long I have to go without driving. Meanwhile, I'll be lying at my side at home trying to work on the laptop - it makes typing REALLY slow and painful. *triple sigh*

So, there you have it. March was not going well for me and it finally broke me. If it weren't for my birthday this month, I would probably detest it in the future. But, it will probably just become a long-term joke. Yes, that's me, the *butt* of the joke (and yes, I fully expect any and all booty jokes to come my way).

At least now maybe people will realize I'm not such a harda$$. =)

Reversal of Fortune?

Just a quick post about a reversal today...

Our corporate complex had an "ice cream social" in our building and a few from my office went up to get some. Yes I went along, thinking "diet is messed up this month anyway!". Only it turns out it's not ice scream. It's Sheridan's. As in Sheridan's.Frozen.Custard. Melt in your mouth and go straight to your hips delish. Oh well.

But, they also had this raffle up there. For Starbucks gift cards and other stuff. AND.I.WON!

Yep - got myself 2 AMC movie passes / free admissions. WHOO HOO!!

So - maybe a reversal of fortune? Maybe I stole some of Amanda's luck, since we got her ice cream but she didn't go with us? Maybe God just looked down and said "Here's something nice, child, cuz you need a little pick-me-up."

Whatever it was, YEA ME! And THANK YOU Corporate Woods! :)

Lucky Baby

As luck would have it, this is one lucky kid!

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Jack Allen Falkner was born July 7, 2007, considered by many the luckiest day of the century. But Jack's luck didn't stop there. The infant weighed in at 7 pounds, 7 ounces, at St. Joseph's Hospital in Chippewa Falls. He was born at 8:12 am.

The number seven is considered lucky by gamblers, numerologists and the slew of couples who chose Saturday as their wedding date. If the string of sevens in that date makes for auspicious associations, the extra digits in his weight could bode that much better for the infant.

The only way his luck would have been better is if he'd been born about an hour earlier at 7:07!