My Life on a Plate

Hurt Pride

Every Sunday I go to my parent's house and spend some time doing jigsaws with my mother. I think I may have mentioned this before.

Normally, hubby comes to collect me in the car, but due to my losing weight campaign, I told him not to bother today and I'd walk home. This threw my mother into a panic. 'You aren't going to walk in the dark are you?' 'But, it's so cold,' 'What about crossing the roads?' 'You will ring me when you get in so I know you're safe?' etc etc etc. I wish I really was the ten-year old she thinks I am.

Anyway, there I was walking briskly home on auto-pilot, thinking about plans for tonight, whether I had a blog topic, menus for next week when THUD. I tripped over something and landed in a crumpled heap on the cold, hard floor.

I may have lost five pounds but it was still a heavy fall and quite shook me up. For some strange reason the fwinker nails on my left hand seem to have taken the brunt of it. They are rapidly turning blue; I must hunt out that matching nail varnish tomorrow to conceal the injuries. Even in the face of adversity vanity does not desert me.

So, that's what I get for trying to be good. Whatever exercises I indulge in tomorrow will not involve my left arm for sure. I have a feeling it won't move much by morning. But at least my right one is okay to lift my ONE medicinal drink to my mouth. Count your blessings I say. And DON'T tell my mother I fell over in the dark. She'd ground me for a month. lol

Thanks to kelly1202 for the merit badge. Finding those in my mailbox always makes the day a special one, even if I do end up battered and bruised at the end of it.