I fail as a cartoon character

So, after getting our brand new (to us) washer and dryer home, we notice this lovely part has totally melted.


It's the terminal block- where the plug gives power to the rest of the machine. So, we replaced it- yay!


Of course, we kind of knew there was a blockage somewhere because the tub had issues draining recently, but we were kind of hoping it wouldn't effect the draining of the washer and dryer. Ha. It did. So, as it drains, water starts going EVERYWHERE, and I was in the kitchen grabbing celery out of the fridge coz I was hungry (yeah, that desperate for a snack, lol) and heard water pouring out of the drain. So, I run into the laundry room, and as soon as I hit the wood floor, my feet fly out from under me and I land flat on my back. Somehow, in this cartoon-esque fall, I managed to kick the living shit out of the furnace- which happens to be raised a good 4 inches off the floor. (You can see in the above picture the 2x4 the furnace sits on- that what my feet came up under and hit)

My poor feet right after the fall (ok, maybe 15 mins later, I had to change and crawl around the room for a few minutes first)



And this is my poor foot this morning in the ER.


After trying, and failing, to get to the kitchen for a drink last night, I almost passed out- to the point I heard the tell-tale swishing sound in my ears and felt pins and needles all over my body- even my vision was fading in and out. So, like any super sleepy and in massive amounts of pain person would do, I yelled my head off for Jay. Who came running in his sleep. He realized my back was dripping with sweat even though it was like 65 in the house last night, and grabbed a chair and paper towel for me... I tried to cool myself off best I could and take a few sips of water. Once my head came back, I hobbled into the bedroom and passed out til the alarm went off 3 hours later.

I called work and told the answering machine what happened, and the on-call lady called me back an hour later. Told me to go to the doc, and let her know what they said. So, I wallowed in bed needing to pee but unable to walk for about an hour, then we got up and Jay brought me some cereal so I could take my medicine, then we hobbled to the car and to the ER.

I must say, they were very efficient today! Right after they checked me in, they wheeled me right back to a room! (I was in a wheel chair) Never has that happened before. I even brought a book to read- and so did Jay. lol. The doctor came back after he looked at my xrays and was making a face. Apparently,  I have a non-displaced fracture of the 4th & 5th proximal phalanx. Pretty much, the bone of my pinky toe and the toe next to it broke in a Y shape (on its side) on the bone closest to my foot itself.

So, I'm in a goofy shoe that doesn't bend and on pain meds, which I do NOT plan on taking that often and definitely off work til the weekend and maybe off longer. We'll just have to see. Of course, I can't drive either, which is driving me nuts. I need to go to the office, but Jay is sleeping. I also need my crutches out of the attic, but again.... the boy  is asleep. I'm going to have to wake him up soon. I'm glad he's home with me today though.

In an almost unrelated note, yesterday (when all this clusterfuck happened) was the 11th anniversary of my cousin, Drew's, death.

I wish I could say I had some more pictures...

... but part of living in the mid-South is that summer time is miserably hot. So, unless you want a picture more along the lines of this....

It's best to wait until Fall... or we move, whichever comes first. (It had better be us moving)

That said, here is an adorable video to tide my lone readers over. These are our two cats- Loki (gray and white) and Bandit (fat, black and white) playing.

It's been 12 days since my birthday...

Things change so quickly. We began looking at moving, I went from full time to part time, I got laid off. Literally- in less than 12 days.

Things were so good 12 days ago.

The clinic is in trouble now.

We put so much of ourselves into it- so much into our work and our clients and patients... and it's gone. Ripped out from under us because someone decided we weren't what they wanted-- that we didn't look like we should.

I hope Karma comes through this time.

Friday night thoughts

Things are getting strange at work. I got a call from our vet, cutting my hours from 40+ to 34-37 a week. It's not that much, but J can't find work around this town either, so every little bit matters. We have started to look close, but out of the town. We'd have to move. I am finally OK with that. It's not Seattle or Phoenix, but it's not here.

I think I am tired.

I have been up for 16 hours so far today, and have only just gotten home about half an hour ago. Of course, I set a goal of house cleaning for this evening, partly because it has to be done, and partly because I want to see if it's actually insomnia I have due to my new medication or just a lot of energy. Energy should dissipate when I'm done cleaning... Insomnia will keep me awake reading til J calls at 4am. Regardless- it's going to be a long night.

Woman of few words

I feel like I ought to write more often- or at least write something more substantial when I do, yet I find the only time I want to say anything is when I am running out the door, or too tired to function. My goal is to change that. One sentence at a time.

I exist

I am turning 30 years old on July 5th. Two weeks from now.

I have been ADD (or ADHD as they now call it) since I was a child. I am finally back on medication and loving it!

I work in a low cost spay/neuter clinic in Arkansas, and while I love my job, I am starting to understand workplace drama and politics are the same devil with a different name.

I am not sure what this blog will consist of, or how often I will write, but since no one seems to be an audience, I don't feel compelled as much as I write in my "My Dysfunctions" journal.

:)