The winter holidays are always fraught for me. Judging from the spike in hit on the ‘depression’ tagged posts here on my blog in the last few days, I’d venture to say that it’s not just me either. I’m just starting from a position of being on the cranky (and vulnerable) side.
Then, the day before yesterday, I got my first ‘present’:
Because, when I was walking down the steps in front of my house I stumbled, fell, and did this:
I can barely see it, but there’s a little shadow just above and to the left of my ankle. Apparently I sprained it so hard that the tendon tore a little chip away from my talus bone. So I’ll be hurting for three to five days, and in the boot for about three weeks. I got a flu shot on Tuesday along with the X-rays, so now my arm is sore. So yeah, holiday fun.
That would have been plenty to deal with, really, but this morning, poor Steve had another flare up of the ‘mystery ailment’ we thought we had sussed out. Turns out, not so much. He’s had about four hours of nonstop misery. Hopefully he’ll be able to sleep today and get through the celebrations tomorrow.
Dottie has been a trooper. Trying to have a happy family vacation despite the fact that her parents are both on the DL and her sister is in Africa. The plan is to bake Buckeyes this afternoon. I texted with Abby this morning and she seems to be having a good time with the other Peace Corp volunteers (they get together at the regional house for the holiday).
So here’s wishing that you have a happy holiday, whatever your tradition is. I hope that it is full of joy and love and light. Failing that, I hope that you can keep your sense of humor about you, hold the ice weasels at bay, and remember that the nights will just keep getting shorter and the daylight will return.