Mrs. Crunch gets a new ride.

I was incredibly sore from those stupid crutches. Who knew there were muscles hiding in my "loaf of bread" like arms??? I felt some of those muscles the second day when I was applying deodorant. If you saw me during this time, and I stunk, just know I couldn't put myself through the misery of the deodorant-application-torchure anymore, and love me regardless.


I hiked about a half mile into work this last week. I was near tears when I finally arrived each time and I would like to thank Eric for pushing me out the the parking lot on one of our wheeled office chairs when it was time to leave on Sunday. I do not thank him for the time I hit the wall, or the other time I hit the wall, or the time I was nearly launched out of said chair when the momentum become too much for his short little legs. (It was a good laugh and a good endorphine rush.)

The point is, (I ramble at 3 am.) all of this frustration has led to a new toy. Big Mama has a new set of wheels!

Ahhh, I look so sexy riding my new scooter..... It's really rather becoming...... Everyone is looking at me out of jealousy, you can't buy these at Wal Mart, you know......These are the things I chant to myself while riding my stupid scooter in public.

It is complicating my social anxiety disorder. It's giving me a complex. I have no choice but to ride it, and I truly am grateful for it (TRULY GRATEFUL.) Everything I mentioned being grateful for during past Thanksgivings ie. my children, my husband, my very breath will pale compared to my adoration for this lovely contraption come Thursday. But does everyone have to WATCH me? I passed the Life Flight guys and they watched me. Even the guy who was LIFEFLIGHTED managed to raise his coding head to have a look at me! Geez. I don't like the attention, I wanted to scoot under a rock. And think, my huffing-it body on a stupid scooter may be that poor man's last image. It's a sad thing, really.

On the plus side, there is a hallway with an incline here at the hospital and I liked the way the anesthesia fumes felt as they blew through my hair on my way down it. I could feel the burn trying to get back up that hill ( I had to check to see if my thigh was actually on fire once) and I have decided it was only fun once.

So much of this experience is turning out that way. Most of the stuff is only fun the very first time, and everyone keeps watching me do it!