Monday and Swappings

I think I'll be doing a little rearranging of postings for a while. Rather than link up on Holy Experience for Multitudes on Monday, I think I'm going to switch to Thankful Tuesdays over at Mama:Monk instead. That will push Artful Tuesdays to Fridays, which is good because then I can link my Zentangle posts to the weekly Diva Challenge and make it into the slideshow (presuming, that is, that I have something to submit to the challenge slideshow...) Probably still do the Saturday 9 and Sunday Stealing--those have been fun and a much needed break from thinking or planning, and keeping Count Me Accountable Thursdays so I can stay on track with the weight loss....In any case, we'll see how it all goes and I can always switch back later on if it's not working out--the beauty of blogging, absolutely nothing is etched in stone...

So, yesterday was a bit of a disaster here. I feel like I've been hit by a truck this morning and I can only imagine what the basement door feels like...

Sorry it's a little dark but the lighter shots didn't quite capture the depth of the damage...I was downstairs, doing my strength training workout and Sweet Pea kept nipping at my hands and wrists, wanting to play. So, finally, I got up from a few floor exercises and decided to take off running because she loves to chase. But I was going way too fast in too little space, the tread of my shoes caught against the grain of the carpet and I couldn't stop myself from falling, crashing head first into the basement door. That dent above is where I hit. There's another spot below where my knee hit...Yeah, ow. I crumbled to the floor and began to panic, worried that I'd done damage to my neck after having the spinal fusion a few short months ago in February. Decided to cancel Mother's Day with my mom, and headed to the hospital for a few xrays to make sure everything was okay. About an hour later they told me the plate looks fine--but then the doctor said something about he'd seen I'd crushed a verterbrae and I couldn't recall my neurosurgeon saying anything about that. He'd said I'd had a ruptured disc, severe spinal compression--I'm trying to remember if he'd said anything about a degenerative vertebrae, but I was so upset that day, I can't remember much at all. I have to follow up with my PCP this week, and also see if there's any news from my echo I had on Friday...honestly...

I don't even recognize this person I've become anymore. I used to have it all together. Totally organized, planned and prepared for everything. I have no idea what's happened to me. I don't like this utter wreck of a human being that I see looking back at me in the mirror these days--I don't know her, I don't know how she's taken over my life and made me such a mess.

I have this baseball sized knot on my forehead now that's not yet begun to bruise. My knee is swollen up as well--that's bruising nicely. My back and neck are both tight and sore. Hopefully a good run will help loosen me up a little.

On a brighter note, this is the giant rhodie in our back yard in full bloom this weekend--just gorgeous:

I owe a huge thank you to my friend, Missy, who met us at the emergency room and took Michael home with her for a few hours yesterday afternoon so I could have a few hours of peace to relax after my stupidity episode...I would so seriously be lost without her!! I'm really, really hoping I can find my way back to the person I used to be who wasn't such a ridiculous mess, and I hope I find her soon. Hoping for a much better week....