This year’s end is marked by one injury after another, it seems as though I am a part of a slap-stick comedy routine, but I don’t want to participate. I don’t even have to go out drinking or partying to feel hungover, sore, incur injuries, or end up in embarrassing and painful situations.
I currently have a sprained wrist that my 3 year old helped give me( she grabbed my thumb and pinkie and decided to use me as a bungee cord, leaving my fingers to support her weight.), a large bruise along my left thigh (My plastic chair tipped over without me noticing it, and I sat down with a crash between the legs and whacked my leg), a sore back and butt from my fall, and various sore spots from my kids being rough or bumping into me.
I am hoping this heals up in time for when my classes start on the 6th, typing correctly for my online classes, or writing by hand is sort of important *sigh*
I also found out I lost my bloodstone from my crocheted necklace pouch, but I haven’t found it yet, the hematite stone slipped out while at the ER. Perhaps the Fae or a Spirit wanted it as payment or something…
It seems like everything that can go wrong or painfully off-course is. Other things are going well, I am signed up for school, my eldest is getting her evaluations and counseling needs taken care of, our younger two are growing and developing into little people (sometimes learning things faster than we can keep up with.), and our lives are moving forward in so many ways.
So why do I keep ending up hurt? I don’t get it.