I’m sorry I haven’t posted recently. I’ve been in a horrible mood and didn’t want to whine on the internet. I gave up on that and realized that if I want to unblock my writer’s block, I have to whine a little bit. (FYI: If you’re expecting this to be funny and don’t want to ruin your impression of me, stop reading and wait for the next one.)
This past weekend was the worst weekend ever. Never mind a painful adolescence. I’d take a weekend of that angst over what I went through. Besides, as a teenager if I were this upset I would have just gone to bed and slept the duration. Basically, I spent my weekend looking like this:
When you’re pregnant and in a bad mood, everything seems absolutely tragic. Doesn’t help that I’m at a point where Baby H does not let me sleep at all.
It started when I woke up on Sunday and suddenly none of my clothes fit. Yes, I do realize I’m pregnant. What didn’t fit was every single item in my closet, including my maternity clothes! Oh my. This put me in a terrible mood, even though I know I should just feel very glad that baby is growing at a healthy pace. I pretty much stayed in my pyjamas all day.
The next thing was that as I was walking the dog, who is getting so much better on the leash and who is completely innocent of wrong doing in this situation, my left ankle just gave out, and down I went. Nothing happened. The dog didn’t pull on me. I didn’t trip. My ankle just decided that it didn’t want to support my weight anymore. Is it a coincidence that this happened the same day that I discovered that my clothes don’t fit? As disconcerting as it was, yes, it was probably a coincidence. You see, I have a pre-existing injury that causes this type of thing to happen even when I’m at my fittest. Last year when I thought I could solve all life’s problems by becoming a ninja, I took up Muay Thai. I was trying to perform a push kick (see image below) and got a bit overzealous. The pavement loomed close.
Um, okay. Yes, I always did Muay Thai in my stilettos…? Google Image searches are fun. If I looked like this doing Muay Thai, I deserved to fall and have a bum ankle for life; however, despite my stiletto-less practice, I still managed to destroy my ankle in that fall. This time, in order to protect my belly from coming into contact with the ground, I twisted strange and somehow ended up pulling my groin. Now I’m wadding around like a penguin.
I’ve also been very stressed because the final draft of my thesis had to be done by Monday night, so I was doing an entirely different, less exciting kind of writing all weekend.
A bunch of other stuff happened as well, but I really don’t need to keep complaining here.
Lastly, I was stressed all weekend because my fur baby was scheduled to be spayed on Tuesday, and spayed she was. She now gets to sport a stylish headdress.
So yeah, sorry for my absence, and sorry for the lack of imagination today. I just wanted to say that I’m still alive and grateful that so many people are interested in what I have to say. I’ll be back to normal soon. Just don’t eat all my cookies, okay? I don’t think I could take it.
