Pain in the Ear, and Foot

 Is it just awful to admit I am hiding in my office because it's music practice time in my house and well, sometimes it's enough to make a person grind their teeth. For that matter, how I ended up with two daughters, that are both drummers is beyond me. I believe this is what you call hindsight of Motherhood.

       My eldest daughter is a tenor drummer. Thats some fancy shmancy drumming with a fine visual handwork thrown into the mix. My younger daughter is a snare drummer and well, you know, it's fun <in a loud sort of way> I am delighted they are both avid music lovers and do believe it will benefit them for years and years to come. And on that note, I will sigh with tolerant ears, and smile with Motherhood satisfaction <plus earplugs> and love music days as I should. Repeat as necessary...........

       I put a nail through my foot today. Thats always a surprising feeling and sensation, and moment in a persons day. Straight through the New Balance tennis shoes, straight into the delicate arch of my foot. Once the nail had impaled through the many layers it had to go through to imbed itself into my foot I knew I had issues. The body is really a nice little device to make things not hurt while it happens, but first let the thoughts truly penetrate a mind.........."There is a nail through my foot"........before letting the pain sink in.

       That is what I get for not sticking to good running trails and instead heading through thick undergrowth and unknown trailways. So, once the realization sets in, one must promptly sit down and take a look at the small board firmly attached to the bottom of ones foot. I did that. Didn't really enjoy it either. But since I didn't feel like walking out with a board attached to my foot, and I really didn't want to wait for a search crew, I did the horrendous thing, pulled it out on my own.

       Once something like that is pulled out, then well, the mind really goes to town. I decided it wouldn't do me any good to take my shoe and sock off to assess the damage. All I wanted was the safety of my car. I'll spare the details, but let me tell you, it was a long hop and limp the whole way, complete with unmentionable sensations in my foot. Actually, I'll spare all the rest of the details, except the damn thing landed me a nice tetnusshot and that tickled about as much as the nail in my foot did.

       My doctor has been with me since I was 20. He thinks I should have bubble wrap permanently wrapped around my body. The size of my medical file is the equivalent of 3 full size trees. When I come across people who say they have never broken a bone, or seen a doctor for anything other then a cold, I find myself astounded and wondering how is that possible??? How does one make it through life without multiple injuries? So that either makes me a klutz who should be wearing a proceed with caution sign, or someone who continually puts themselves in the path of possible danger. I'm not sure which one is the appropriate characteristic. I suppose, both...........

       All right, enough hiding, I must go limp into the front room to smile, encourage and enjoy the sounds of drums pounding in my ears. I wish everyone a safe and secure day!