It's that time of year again. The time of year when the great pleasures in life, the simple tasks in life, and life in general throw me curve balls.
My hope for the next few days is to go nowhere near any ER. Being that's where I've been the first week of August for the last four years.
Nose/neck/head, ankle, hand, ankle. 1st, 1st, 6th, 5th.
Yes, really.
I'm trying not to jinx myself, but I'm trying to be careful, too.
I pushed my solo weekend in the mountains back a week. I have no dangerous activities planned for the next few days. And I was extremely careful stepping into the tub this morning.
Hopefully my string of ER visits ends this year.
Update: Day 1 - So far, so good. Besides the guy in the lane next to me thinking our cars would look better as one mound of melded metal, which I avoided, no hints at any injuries.
2 comments:
Oh my goodness! That is some string of 'luck' you've had there. So strong have you been in order to recover from all of that! And keep going! Hopefully your grace returns this year and no more ER trips!
EEks...good thinking.
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