I spent two hours on the floor because my leg was in such stabbing pain I couldn’t move. While down there I discovered the lost heart monitor. Hmm, heart rate pretty high on the floor. Oxygen a little low. PROBABLY BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE MY LEG IS DYING!!! But I found the heart monitor that my daughter had lost the day before. And I noticed/wished/ acknowledged the great need for someone, anyone to sweep under the couch. It is criminal under there!
The view down here is interesting.
Like why have a plant shelf that will just hold non-plants, decorative, materialistic unimportant things, to collect dust. WHYYY I ASK YOU??
I do like my shelves because I love the things on the shelves. Pictures of my daughter jumping horses, shells, stones, little vases, pottery that my daughter made. Not clear pictures because my ipad is resting on my chest.
Seriously, I am still on the floor. My daughter brought me zofran so I didn’t throw up, alcohol to smell so I didn’t pass out, and some ginger to chew on.
So from this view you see this picture/painting. It is stupid. Like why on earth do we have this hanging! Because it takes up the space on the wall, I liked one of the flowers, and oh right it was free. My old “friend” was trashing it and I snatched that sucker up. The sheet on the couch…my daughter doesn’t want to sit on a dead animal. Her prerogative. We respect each other’s wishes around here. I do like my little lamp. My mother called it a “”bedroom lamp” whatever the fuck that means. I like the little crystal things hanging off of it. And I LOVE the gourd my friend etched and painted for me for my husband and my, me and my husband, yes, I do not know correct grammar on that one, anniversary. The feather in it is because if you did not know already I LOVE BIRDS!!!!!!
I REALLY AM ON THE FLOOR. TOTALLY NOT KIDDING. BUT NEVER FEAR I AM BEING MONITORED.
During my monitoring I had a full face make over because, well, what else is there to do and I have a fantastic daughter. If a woman is to lay, lie, or whatever grammar would be THERE on the floor then I suppose she may as well be getting a make over.
Seriously, I got a make over. We even took a picture!
I did eventually get off of the floor after wrapping my leg. My daughter took a picture of it. It looks like the size of my calf. My left quad is in serious need of prayers because at this point we have no idea what is causing this to happen.
Today has been a huge rollercoaster of a day. My leg feeling like it was being stabbed was not as short lived as I had hoped.
I did look out the back door for 30 seconds to see that my gardenia had bloomed! The one that almost died and was mere sticks, that never blooms past April, and there she was, blooming her little heart out.
From laying/lying on the floor to looking at and smelling a gardenia. That is a rollercoaster. But…right as I leaned down to take a picture of the gardenia my most favorite little wren sang a song. I recorded it for my friends who are blind and cannot see my pictures. You can hear the wren sing. Right after I stopped recording my sweet owl called out. I’d say the good definitely won for today.