The foot bone’s connected to the funny bone, but it’s a long trip.
Sometimes Murphy’s Law just strikes and leaves. Other times Murphy’s Law sticks around seemingly forever.
A couple of years ago, I felt I was simply in "a Monday" for several days straight. Then life went back to normal. I had several articles published (okay, these weren’t paid ones, but they were published and being read!), the "day job" was moving along swimmingly, every family members health seem to be either fine, or on the mend- normalcy had come back home to roost.
Then a co-worker lost his only child. A couple of more articles were accepted. Life was somewhat balanced. Unlike me.
I have rheumatoid arthritis, it’s under as much control as most who have it can possibly hope for, except sometimes.
I mention this because the event that I’m about to write about was one of my sometimes.
I had come home from the day job. I had worked a very long day and my knees had buckled a couple of times. I was slightly achy. But my daughter and son-in-law were over and our son was home for a change, we decided to take advantage of this windfall and go out and celebrate their 2nd anniversary a few days early while we were all together.
As I exited the house and stepped into the garage, my knee decided now was a good time to buckle once again. Stupid knee-I went down like a wet bath towel onto the ground. My husband helped me up and asked if I was okay. I said "I think I’m going to need an icepack when we get back from dinner, my foot hurts, and my knee and oh, my hand"
Having lived with his arthritic bride in this state and worse for many years, my darling other half just replied "it figures".
My son-in-law, trying to lighten the situation said, "Carine, I think this is a season-ending injury" How right he was. As we sat there at dinner, I felt my foot swelling, by bruised knee stinging, the rest of me becoming more sore by the moment.