I'm not dead. All though I have been feeling kind of miserable lately.
A couple of weeks ago I was balanced on the edge of the tub leaning in to wash my hair when my knees came out from under me and I slipped. I came down rather hard with my hands inside the tub and my legs outside; straddling the ledge with my rib cage. At the time I considered myself very lucky. I could have broken a rib, or worse, cracked one. I didn't go to the doctor because I knew all they would do was take some x-rays, wrap my ribs and charge me $500.00. I figured I may as well save myself some money.
What I should have done was take some of the money I was saving and sprung for some Tylenol and a large Ace bandage and wrapped my own ribs. I can't believe how much pain I have been in for the past couple of weeks. Last night after I got off work we ran and got a bandage. I almost feel like a new man. Even though I'm still sore as hell, it has improved my quality of life tenfold.
I still don't know whether I have a cracked or broken rib(s). It seems to be a moot point now. I do know that I'll be keeping this Ace bandage close by for a while.
In other news, just before my bathroom plunge we went to San Francisco for a few days. The weather was slightly warmer and I would go as far as saying that it was perfect travelling weather. We dined everyday on the Wharf and spent a great deal of time visiting the street vendors (we didn't buy much) and riding the trolley cars and BART system. The girls played on the beach and even though the water was still freezing, they lied and said it wasn't just for a chance to get wet.
We took them to the Exploratorium which is located at the Palace for Fine Arts and checked out the giant science museum. If you have kids or you are an adult who just likes science, it is a neat place to check out. It is also free to the public on the first Wednesday of every month. We went to Alcatraz and that was really cool. The girls were pretty fascinated with the history of the place and the stories. I got to listen to one of the curators tell the story of the Birdman.
There were about a thousand things I wanted to do but didn't have time. I wished we'd gone to the Aquarium. I wished I'd have taken more pictures. I wished I had eaten a lobster tail. I wish I'd crossed the Golden Gate bridge. I guess we will just have to go back.
Travelling with the girls is always a fun thing. Once they loosened up and they have no place to go, conversations between them get more relaxed and you learn a little about them. One argument went like this:
"I'm making your heart beat."
"No you're not!"
"Yes, I am. You can hear it can't you?"
"You're not making my heart beat!"
"See, there it goes again."
"Mom, Jeni say's she's making my heart beat..."
After the California border we stopped at the agriculture check point where they asked us about fruits and vegetables. They questioned us and then had us open our trunk. The oldest yells: "Is this because we're black?"
"Jen! We don't talk like that," my wife says.
"Is this because we're people of different color?"
"Move along." The trooper said.
I also started another blog because I have nothing better to do. It is mostly like a photo journal and there are supposed to be poems and stuff. Even though I haven't written one or expect to. I just figured I'd say I could in case I did. It's called Reflections and it's on my side bar or you can hit This link.
In all, Spring break was nice. The kids were a blast. And the rib thing sucked but I will survive. There is also a sidebar to see other pictures on my photo post.
Take good care. I have been moving slow and reading most of your blogs. Sorry I don't always comment. I get tired a lot these days.
I will leave you with some pictures of San Francisco.
Golden Gate Bridge
The Bay Bridge
(50 feet above sea level)
Something for Kreg
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