It’s 45 degrees, windy, solid grey skies. I’m sipping some Gingerbread K-Cup and looking at the lake.
At least now, while I’m looking at the lake, the pontoon is tied to the dock. As opposed to earlier, when it nearly wasn’t.
Lazy Saturday morning, I’m warm and comfy in my fleece, sipping the Nectar of Gods Keeping All Humanity Safe when I notice the pontoon is sideways to the dock and trying to escape. Maybe it has a crush on the party barge across the cove. They do have a ladder to the roof, where they have a slide down to the lake. I’m rather jealous, myself, of that slide. The pontoon had managed to slip every moor but one and had enlisted the wind to assist in its escape.
It took hubs about four tries to get the boat parallel to the dock without the wind blowing it back sideways and we were able to get a rope around the back end. Meanwhile Murphy barked and ran back and forth like he was on the Titanic and we were all going to die. “SHUT UP!” I yelled, “YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE ON THE DAMN BOAT!” which did exactly nothing to improve the situation. It’s now tied to the dock like a gangster tied up in a trunk and hubs is at Lowe’s buying some heavy-duty hardware. At least he won’t be bored this morning, just sitting around enjoying the newspaper or something, right?
Oh, and while I sit here my a$$ and hamstring are pinging like I’d just stuck my toe in the lake while holding a live wire. ZZZZZat! ZZZZat!!!
I’m an adult. I’m over 21, I’m an adult and still I find myself constantly having to remind myself that I need to pull up my big girl panties and act like one. After Dr. Googling and icing and stretching and grumbling and basically acting like a whiny baby jerk I finally folded. I went to see a local sports ortho.
What should my next tattoo be? on my eyeballs? “Go to the experts, SmartA$$?”
She thinks I have a nerve issue, possibly a pinched nerve. I have a Medrol dose pack, muscle relaxer, Lidocaine lotion, PT, and an appointment for a nerve conduction test. She has told me to run short and slow Sunday, and report back Monday.
I GET TO RUN TWO MILES!!!!!!
WE’RE ALL GOING TO LIVE!!
I LOVE POLITICIANS!
Whoa, slow down girl, get a grip.
I’ve promised Our Lady Queen of Pain that I am going to go see her every month for the rest of my life. I’m going to give up cussing. I’ll quit drinking coffee.
Obviously the muscle relaxer is working, at least on my brain.
Murph lends hubs moral support. No opposable thumbs so he’s not very good with the knot tying, though.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch: Cat, Coffee Mug, Kahlua K-Cup and *sigh*