Living in Munchkinland

To be honest, I'm not in a great place. I'm three weeks into healing. They said 6-8 weeks healing time so I guess I'm half way there? February has kind of sucked. It was great until I fell, I guess. But February is always a hard month for me. I'm so sick of winter and spring is still so far away. And I can't exercise. AT ALL. No pilates or yoga or strength training or swimming or biking. I can walk. But I can't walk outside because it is icy and I am terrified of falling. And I've had a stomach bug. And I still can't sleep properly cause there is no position lying down that doesn't hurt my ribs. Complain, complain, complain. You get the idea. I AM healing. Every day is better. I sneezed today and didn't cry. I can lift more and do more and walk more. Bending over doesn't hurt so bad. I took a shower standing up without my bench! I am definitely healing a lot. I'm just bored of healing. I want it over with. Michael was gone last week an

When we realized we couldn't go to NOLA for early mardi gras and parade's we decided to head up to the mountains. All the ski resorts were booked, but Michael and I managed to book YMCA Estes from my hospital bed. The drive was easy and lovely and our cabin was great with fantastic views. I absolutely loved showing my mom the YMCA and the mountains and just being with her. But I was hurting and on drugs and couldn't go outside. Davis was unhappy we weren't skiing. I was afraid of falling. Nobody was sleeping much. So there's that. But there were good things too. We built a puzzle together and watched Ford vrs Ferrari and Matrix 2. We made smores on the fire. Michael took the boys sledding and checked out an ice cave. I helped Sam tye die a pillow case. Mom and Paul and Michael and I went out to lunch at the Stanley hotel and it was really fun. We saw lots of Elk. It wasn't NOLA. But we did our best. Estes is always beautiful and we always love the Y.

I am home. I am healing. Each day is better. Things have been rough. Davis got diagnosed with Type B flu the day I was released from the hospital and was SO sick. He had to wear a mask around me and I couldn't care for him the way I wanted. I had a terrible rash from one of the pain meds I was taking so I got a new one and things are much better. Sam has been unhappy and unsettled. Michael is frantically juggling work and home. The good news is my mom is here and has been so helpful, as has Paul. I took off work Tuesday as I just couldn't physically do it, but I made it back to school to hold rehearsal on Tuesday and on Wednesday to teach my three drama classes. I got to the mall with my mom to pick up the gift Davis wanted to buy his girlfriend and to let Sam get his new lego platform he needed. I will tell you the mall never felt so large as it did that day. Mom and Paul and I went downtown for lunch yesterday and to see a condo for sale (dream shopping). That was so fun a

Last Monday morning, we were having our usual rush to get ready for school. I had on my sweatpants, sportsbra and northface fleece with my slippers, the standard "drop off the kid before workout" outfit. I had just made Davis breakfast and decided to run the empty egg carton and cereal box out to the curb where Michael had put the recycle earlier in the morning. It had been a gorgeous day before- mid 70s and sunny, but a snow was in the forecast. I looked outside and it was a bit wet and cloudy, but it wasn't snowing. I stepped out on the porch. I suspected it might be icy. I gingerly placed my feet like I always do, but when I hit the second two steps, it didn't matter. They were covered in black ice. My foot slipped and I felt myself spinning down toward the ground, fast. I think I squeaked "oh shit!" and "help" as I went down, but it was all a blur. I smashed my left side into the steps and rolled. I couldn't breathe. At all. And I was in s