Since my last posting I have been to either the emergency room, a hospital room, an imaging room, a specialist's room, an athletic trainer's room, or a sports injury room. Fortunately I was not the one being wheeled in, examined, x-rayed, splinted, iced, or casted. Unfortunately it was my mother and my son. Between my mom who has her left foot in a boot and my son who broke his middle finger and injured his back I seem to have this doctor office thing down. I almost have my insurance number memorized. Before all of the bone breaking I had an unfortunate break to the front end of my car...(apparently I didn't brake fast enough). Between deductibles and co-pays I am spent. I don't even know how I've managed to fit it all in. But, somehow, when I think I don't have any time to myself I find myself sitting in a waiting room for hours. What cruel and twisted irony. Events of this nature never really play themselves out when I am not accountable for my time. Nope. These things only happen sometime between when I leave my house before 7 a.m. and return home after 7 p.m. These things only occur when I am committed to (i.e. forced to) attend an after hours meeting or function. These things only present themselves when I am the stressed out working mother of two teens who need to be home so they can do their homework but can't get there because I'm the one who has to drive them to and from the practices and games and functions that cause bodily injury to them in the first place thus setting into action the need to miss more school so they can go to the doctor ultimately ending up in missed assignments and more homework that we are never home to do. In fact, I think it needs to be called "carwork." There...I feel better. (Part of me just feels better because I didn't even care if an english professor got hives while reading that run-on sentence! So there!). The other part of me feels better just to get all of that hostility out of my system. That's the thing about this fast-paced world...sooner or later things break....and the only way to fix them is to find a safe haven and hole up for a while. And that is exactly what I am doing right now. I am home alone (cue the angelic chorus) with all of the things that bring me joy. It is dark outside with only an amber glow down below. There is no other sound other than the tapping of the keyboard and the whir of my computer. That is how I heal.
My son's cast is off and he is at an out of town football game with a friend...how healing is that?
