This week's FTSF this week is
I did something really stupid once, I ...
How perfect. I just happened to do something really stupid this week and wrote about it already. So, my sentence will read:
I did something really stupid once, I played volleyball like I was still 20 years old and 6 ft. tall.
(As I proofread this, I realized that I did something stupid in my sentence about doing something stupid. Despite what the sentence says, I have never been 6ft. tall. My entire adult life, I have been a tiny bit shorter than 5'7". It should read "like I was 6ft. tall and still 20 years old.)
It was the championship volleyball game. My team of six was playing against a team of two ridiculously good (but very kind, generous) players and the other four people on their team. This couple has won the championship game for the last 7 years or so, all with completely different teammates.
They are that good.
We were tied 12-12.
The ball was hit high in the air and was coming straight down on top of the net. I was up against a 6'2" giant, but the adrenaline was pumping. I challenged him, and jumped as high as I could. I have no idea where the ball ended up, seeing as how I landed crookedly and my ankle went right out from under me.
The game was over for me.
And yes, I hurt myself the exact same way that Hubby did when he broke his foot. Except he wasn't playing in an important championship game. My injury is legitimate.
I haven't been to the doctor. I didn't get home until after 11:00 (midnight, really, taking the time change into account) and it didn't hurt too badly.
It does now.
A first-time serving at mass situation (Giant) and leading waves of 2nd graders through the steps of making clothes pin crucifixes (the oldest two, and a very unhappy Hubby in my spot) have prevented me from going yet. Maybe after the little kids are in bed.
Sitting here on the couch, icing my foot and watching terrible TV, I've had plenty of time to reflect on the situation. I've learned a few things.
1. Someone has put a voodoo hex on my family. In our entire lives, not one person has ever broken anything. In 2013, we've broken:
Me: looking more and more like my foot
If you happen to see some dolls that look eerily like my family, would you please be so kind as to remove the needles?
2. When you injure yourself, even if you are in agony from the pain, designate your caregivers. At this tournament, there were approximately 40 people. I knew every one of them except four. More than half of the 20 were friends I've known for years. They were all so helpful, getting ice for my foot, getting ice for my head and neck when I came thiiiiis close to passing out, (not from the pain, as I am not a wimp, but from the adrenaline that suddenly had nowhere to go) and gathering my belongings. They made one error, though. They left the seat next to my foot wide open.
The one intoxicated person in the room, with whom I have never spoken in my life but know in passing, sat in that seat. He touched my ankle. He diagnosed the problem. He gave me tips on recovery. He talked non-stop.
The man is a builder. He has zero medical experience. However, since no one knew him well, they didn't know that. They let him talk and talk and talk.
3. Even if it's winter and has been snowing for endless days, shave your legs before engaging in any physical activity. On a whim, I actually shaved my legs yesterday morning for the first time in a while. The entire time I was sitting on that bench, with what seemed like an endless stream of people touching and/or looking at my ankle/leg, I was beyond grateful for my inner hygiene voice that spoke to me so loudly and clearly that morning.
4. If you are laid up on the couch, and your husband and two oldest children aren't home, think twice before telling the next two oldest children that they can go on a bike ride.
Cuckoo came to me with his pants down and a purple sludge on his finger. I hesitantly asked what it was, and he said he got it on the toilet.
I walked/hopped/screamed/followed him to the bathroom to find purple poop smeared all over the toilet, his fingers, and his rear end.
That's when I remembered the jokes we made yesterday when the kids were eating the bright blue, yellow, teal, and red cake Buttercup had made with her friends. We actually discussed the color they would poop today.
Let's just say that it ain't easy to clean a purple poop mess when balancing on one foot.
His bum is still stained purple.
And it will stay that way until Hubby gets home.
I'm sure that will cheer him up after his afternoon of crafting with 8 year olds.
I'll keep you updated.
On my foot.
Not the poop.
We've discussed that too much already.
Now click on that linky button and go enjoy some more stupidity.
Have a lovely day!