Drama Queen

I took a little spill at work on Tuesday. Uneven asphalt (that's what they call it in the southwest while we northern folk know it's macadam). Anyway, I scrapped my knee and elbow well but my ankle was really pained. The school, afraid I would sue them for workman’s comp, ahem... I mean WORRIED ABOUT MY WELL BEING insisted I get an xray at an office across town that they apparently have set up for such events. Nothing is fractured (except my dignity from falling) and all was going just ducky UNTIL the Dr. asked when I last had a tetnus shot. WHY OH WHY did I not just lie?!?! I couldn't remember so naturally, they inflicted my arm with the dreaded needle. I KNEW I was in trouble when, instead of telling me it was not going to hurt, the nurse began making small talk. CRAP! I knew she was trying to get my mind off the fact that she was about to stab my arm with a giant needle. It really hurt. And I've given birth naturally. Twice.

A few minutes later, I began to feel woozy. I think I said, "I feel dizzy." so the Dr. laid me down and not liking the color of my pale face, lifted both my legs to get blood back in my head. Eventually, they let me leave the torture chamber and I returned to my home and the comfort of my new couch. Through all of this, I should mention that Sparky was a real gem. He set me up with diet rootbeer, french fries, and ice a plenty. He gave me lots of kisses and then the remote. It was a nice, relaxing afternoon.

It doesn't end there... my arm hurts WAY MORE than my ankle, knee, or elbow. I am never, ever, ever getting a tetnus shot again. I will lie like a dog and have a date in mind, ready, for when they ask. It hurt so much last night that I took the pain medicine intended for my ankle, to take the edge off the pain in my arm. I was out by 8 p.m.

I took a picture of the ankle but uploaded it under Lauren's name. IF I get around to it, I 'll post it.
And how is your week going?