I'm Bitchy and I Need Sunshine

That's pretty much all there is to say today. I need much uninterrupted sleep; quiet time, no work, no family pressures or whining, no work pressures, no trips to the fucking doctor any more, no measuring food, no barking dogs or loud teenage boys making noise in my neighborhood, I need my daughters back from their adult-lives, I need a massage, hot stone therapy, a big glass of good Sangria, a nap (or did I already mention that?), no husband talking incessantly to me about absolutely nothing; a day full of non-stop CSI episodes that I haven't yet seen with Dave Matthews songs playing softly in the background; I need to see a news story with something good to report; I need to not see any more celebutante's asscracks because they're too lazy to have their personal assistants pick out their thong-o-the-day; I need to hear plenty of laughter; I need to have no one die or get sick or get sent overseas anymore; I need to get my nails done; I need for my skin to stop being so chapped from this shitteous cold, windy weather. Oh, and did I mention that I'm tired and need a nap? I need energy to continue to go through the motions of just getting up in the mornings. I think I just described what heaven must be like......

Tired, tired, tired Fatima

Something for Stephanie to Laugh At

I didn't go to work today. I had an OCD moment while I was getting ready for work. I simply had to stand on a stool and clean the uptake vent in my bathroom. Why? Who knows. I just have these cleaning moments when all else must take a backseat to include bleeding kids, something on fire in the kitchen, my bus coming to pick me up for work, fire alarms, etc. This was one of those 'urgent' moments when the vent HAD TO BE CLEANED RIGHT NOW! Something in the vein of "No more wire hangers......ever!"

In all my maturity and wisdom, I thought it would be quite alright to stand on my toddler's little step stool and pull out the vent, rinse off and replace. Easy enough, yes? No.

Spent about 5 hours this morning in the ER. I fell backwards ON MY BACK onto the side of the rub. NOTE: I just had lumbar decompression and fusion surgery in August. Anyway, good news is that all is fine; no slippage of any of the pins/rods in my back, no additional herniations, no trauma to my kidneys, colon, lunhs, blah blah. Bad news is that I'm sore as hell and bruised up like I've been in a bad biker bar fight.

Too bad Steph isn't here to be amused at my bruising. Sounds sadistic, which she's not. But as long as I'm okay and badly bruised - it's a good day in Toad's life! :)

Fatima-in-pain