It's been an interesting week. And not in a good way. It went something like this...
Last Wednesday
The sky was blue, the sun was shining. It was a day of possibilities and things to be achieved. So with a spring in my step I set out on the school run:
8.45am Drop off a happy and healthy daughter to school.
9.15 Arrive home.
9.20 School phones to say daughter is most unwell and in a 'dreadful state'! WHAT? '
OK, I'll be right there' I answer calmly.
9.21 Panic. Panic. Stress. Panic.
9.22 Hurrying to the door; brain is still buzzing with my kyboshed day, feet are moving down a step. Brain and body do not connect and O.U.C.H - I've gone over on my ankle. And it doesn't feel good.
At all.
9.23 Involuntary tears shooting out of my eyes with the pain, (rather like a cartoon character or my aforementioned five year old in fact) I crawl on hands and knees back to freezer to grab ice packs. (FYI - best piece of First Aid kit you could ever buy!)
9.24 Crawl back to phone to alert husband to the unfolding trauma. Of course he's engaged. So I keep pressing redial like a woman demented till he picks up. Finally. Now his day is more jam packed than mine. I can almost hear his brain whirring down the phone line as he thinks about his scheduled appointments, meetings, phone calls etc. and with a very restrained super sigh he's gone.
And then I just have to wait.
Sadly, the day didn't really get any better. After waiting for husband and sick daughter to return and a lengthy wait at A&E, turns out I'd broken a small bone in my foot. Nice.
To add insult to injury, the husband came down with a killer lurgy, the kids are taking it in turns to have days off school with various ailments and all the while, I'm hobbling around with ice strapped to my leg looking like some kind of escapee!
Talking of which, as an aside, and going back to the Hollywood Glamour of my last blog, how did Marilyn Monroe manage to look so good with a broken foot? Here I am shuffling around with a tatty old slipper thing on my good foot; and a bandage, ice and a scarf wrapped most inelegantly round the other. I must take heed indeed. And dig out a sassy heel for the non injured foot. (Might give the bikini a miss though. Probably best. For everyone.)
I have to confess the worry about when I can wear heels again has crossed my mind a few times. I mean, of course I have bigger concerns. Like when can I drive? When can I run up and down the stairs carrying armloads of laundry? When can I do sport? (Ahem! Getting Fit is still on my list!) But seriously - what about heels???
But enough with the misery. There's been some happier moments. And this week I hooked up with my fellow Key Largo Ladies and managed to record a new piece for You Tube. 'Match of the Day'. Now normally I like to dance around a bit whilst playing flute, but as you can see, due to recent events, in this video I have been forced to sit on a stool. Here's us having some fun:
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| Still smiling |
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| Catherine having a cello moment |
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| Rehearsal fun |
So, what, you may ask, brings us to play a football theme?
Well one of our future brides-to-be has requested it so we thought we'd get creative with an arrangement of our own. And my Elephant Foot is nicely out of shot. Phew!
(Another recent request is a medley of CBeebies theme tunes which Rachel is going to arrange, so one for the kiddies coming your way soon x)
So from Foot Trauma to Foot Ball. Life is certainly never dull.
But it can throw you some fouls.
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