Horrible Awful Very Bad Day ends with Horny Awesome Sassy Bad Gays

OK, who doesn't want to read this with a title like that? ;-)

Life is not all bad, but sometimes you just need to vent so you can move beyond the bad days.

1.) Witnessed a traffic accident as a guy ran a red light and nearly hit us, but hit the car next to us instead. It brought up a lot of stuff from when we were hit in '08, stuff I'm still being treated for weekly, a year and a half later.

2.) Cortisone shot in my foot for podiatric problems I've had for a long time. Likely surgery. This isn't desired by any of us, as I don't do well under general anesthesia. Doc wants to give me narcotics for the pain. I tell him narcotics make me vomit and hallucinate & that Garfield and the Tin Man wind up chasing after me. True story.

Doc then says, "well, what did you take for the pain of childbirth?" I tell him nothing. Herbal tinctures to help me sleep. Maybe some Tylenol. Lots of heat and ice on me baby-makin' bits. I think he's either impressed or thinks I'm an idiot. We decide on a coctail of Aleve, Ibuprofen, and Fudge.

3.) Kurt pushing my wheelchair *&* Dax's stroller at the same time at the mall (couldn't roll my wheelchair b/c i also threw my shoulder out on top of everything else, trying to practice half-court shots on the small chance I win the lottery of people who get to shoot a half-court shot during a Blazer game to win a truck. Stupid Girl. Shut up! A girl can dream!) only to find the store we needed decided to close early (& we drove into PDX from Hillsboro and Kurt had to miss work for this, which is a stress all its own) & to top it off, the elevators at the mall were busted so we had to have security guards guide us thru a maze of service elevators (thank goodness there wasn't a fire or emergency at the mall). A 2 hr. errand turned into an all-day fiasco. And a bunch of parentheticals in my first-ever blog.

Makes you realize what people in wheelchairs go through, if only for a little while. I couldn't reach anything high on shelves at the store. Felt quite helpless and small. Couldn't fit through the aisles. I wouldn't have been able to reach the changing table in the bathroom to change D-Joy. I don't know what I would have done without Kurt there.

I shouldn't be lifting Dax, but I am. I shouldn't be walking on my foot, but what choice do i have, with a toddler running around? Just when I long for nothing more than to walk in the sun, relieve my winter Blues with a capital "B", get some exercise, this crap has to happen. Recovery from surgery is 12 wks. I don't know what i'm going to do. Our house still hasn't been unpacked from last year's flooding. We will have to prolong trying to get pregnant again (and we ain't gettin' any younger. With our fertiIity issues, time is the most valuable resource we have).

I may have to request a dinner train from people or pay someone to come and help Kurt take care of both me and the baby. I just don't know. In conclusion:

THANK GOODNESS FOR THE WILL & GRACE DVDS ON SALE AT TARGET TONIGHT!

(you wondered when I was finally going to get to the gay part of my day).

Laughter is the best medicine for me right now :-) If you know a good joke.....

Thanks to those who actually read the whole thing.

My mantra for now: Tomorrow is a new day.

L.L.