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valancystirlingI've been pondering a now obvious flaw to my big speech of a post last night.
I'm as guilty of generalizing as all the books are. I'm going to go back and make some changes.
Topie is rolling around getting into stuff and having a great time.
I met up with a green Cadillac hearse twice today in twenty minutes. Very strange. We were going to the same area, via different routes. Apparently they take exactly the same amount of time.
Gorgeous day. My Mother's Day gift to myself is to get as much housework done today as possible, so as to have a clean and uncluttered apartment to look at this weekend.
So my little injury. Madge said it was a romantic story, but I don't know. Here's what happened.
Last night when Jake got home, Topie was napping, and I went over to Jake to give him a hug. He lifted me up like in the movies, and it made me realise that I could use a nice squeeze to pop my back. We used to do this a lot but stopped when I was too pregnant for him to reach around me. Anyway, something went terribly wrong. Either he underestimated his own strength, or overestimated my toughness, but whichever way, I had my arms up over my head, and suddenly I felt my ribs compress and seem to stack up on top of each other, I couldn't breathe, I was fading out, my ears were ringing, I couldn't see, and I couldn't move. I was terrified. I didn't know what to do. It was really scary. Somehow we managed to get me to a kneeling position on the floor, but I had to lie down. I kept saying I just wanted to sleep, just wanted to sleep. Maybe I was going into shock? Somehow we got me to the bed, where Topie was just waking up. I stayed in bed most of the evening, not moving. Somehow I fed Topie a couple of times.
I had a hard time sleeping. I'm finally breathing a bit better, and I don't think anything is broken, but we suspect some cartilage is damaged or something. I'm alive but in pretty bad shape. I feel like I've been hit by a bus. It's hard to carry Topie, and hard to do normal stuff like laundry. I hope it gets better soon. I didn't know whether I should go to the ER or what. I think I'll live though. But still, bizarre thing to happen.
I'm as guilty of generalizing as all the books are. I'm going to go back and make some changes.
Topie is rolling around getting into stuff and having a great time.
I met up with a green Cadillac hearse twice today in twenty minutes. Very strange. We were going to the same area, via different routes. Apparently they take exactly the same amount of time.
Gorgeous day. My Mother's Day gift to myself is to get as much housework done today as possible, so as to have a clean and uncluttered apartment to look at this weekend.
So my little injury. Madge said it was a romantic story, but I don't know. Here's what happened.
Last night when Jake got home, Topie was napping, and I went over to Jake to give him a hug. He lifted me up like in the movies, and it made me realise that I could use a nice squeeze to pop my back. We used to do this a lot but stopped when I was too pregnant for him to reach around me. Anyway, something went terribly wrong. Either he underestimated his own strength, or overestimated my toughness, but whichever way, I had my arms up over my head, and suddenly I felt my ribs compress and seem to stack up on top of each other, I couldn't breathe, I was fading out, my ears were ringing, I couldn't see, and I couldn't move. I was terrified. I didn't know what to do. It was really scary. Somehow we managed to get me to a kneeling position on the floor, but I had to lie down. I kept saying I just wanted to sleep, just wanted to sleep. Maybe I was going into shock? Somehow we got me to the bed, where Topie was just waking up. I stayed in bed most of the evening, not moving. Somehow I fed Topie a couple of times.
I had a hard time sleeping. I'm finally breathing a bit better, and I don't think anything is broken, but we suspect some cartilage is damaged or something. I'm alive but in pretty bad shape. I feel like I've been hit by a bus. It's hard to carry Topie, and hard to do normal stuff like laundry. I hope it gets better soon. I didn't know whether I should go to the ER or what. I think I'll live though. But still, bizarre thing to happen.
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