Yesterday, I was hoping for a good showing at Barwis. After Friday’s work, I felt REALLY good. Throughout the weekend I was standing taller which I believed would translate to a good show on Monday. Turns out, on Monday, I was discombobulated. Mr. Curl was NOT at work yesterday so I had to get myself into my car which took a little bit longer. Traffic might have been heavier or something but the hour-long drive to Barwis was a little bit longer coupled with leaving work just a bit later made things even worse. I FINALLY get to Barwis and Phil and I have to go to a different station because the Keiser machine was in use. Now, I am a creature of habit so running late (I HATE to be late) AND working at a different station equals me being discombobulated. On top of that, my left leg was acting weird and it kept bending up and I wasn’t quite sure why. I would get pain in my toe and then my leg would react by coiling up. It took awhile for me to figure out that I had cut my toenails in the morning before putting my socks and shoes on so I was figuring that I must’ve cut the nail too short and that was why it was hurting.
Anyway, time to stand. First is ALWAYS the worst but on my second attempt my right leg took the lead and was straight with my foot flat on the floor and it was supporting me because my left leg was still acting crazy. I stood and it felt good. I would stand until my left leg’s shenanigans would prove to be too much for my right leg. I have called my right leg my “poop” leg throughout the duration of working at Barwis and I know that that leg will give me problems because it ALWAYS does. But NOT yesterday. It was doing what it was supposed to! I sat after one of my stands and told Phil that it would be nice if BOTH of my legs were behaving at the same time. But that was NOT the case yesterday, my foot was REALLY starting to hurt! I am not sure how many stands we did but my right leg did well on each stand. I even got into my car mostly by myself! Phil “joystick”ed me but it didn’t count!
When I get home, I took my shoe off and expected to find my sock all bloody (that’s how badly it was hurting!) But there was no blood. I took my sock off to discover a kind of hang nail on my second toe. That’s why it was hurting! I remedied the problem and as I was I thought that it hurt SO badly because I could feel that the nail was getting snagged on my sock. I could FEEL it. It has been SO long since I have felt anything on my feet. But now I can. Wow. It STINKS that I had a bad showing at Barwis for such a STUPID reason but I guess it wasn’t such a bad showing because my right leg showed me that it knows what to do. So for “Walking Wednesday” I hope I get “combobulated.” Which reminds me…
STOP READING PHIL BECAUSE THIS IS WHEN IT GETS STUPID BECAUSE I AM GOING TO TELL ONE OF MY “HORRIBLE” STORIES.
Phil has told me that he has read most of my blog “except for the stupid parts.” In addition, he says that I tell “horrible” stories. I know he is COMPLETELY joking with me and we laugh about it but he really doesn’t like my stories. I tell him that they are pieces of me (to which he sings that Ashlee Simpson song in response) but he still thinks my stories are horrible.
Anyway, here comes one right now:
Sean had to be 5 or 6. We were living in our second apartment at the time. Now, anyone who knows my son, knows that he is somewhat scattered at times. He has been this way since he was little. Crayons and legos or whatever he was playing with end up scattered all over. Shoes untied. I would constantly tell him “you’re all discombobulated!” Now, I love him dearly, but he’s a hot mess!!! Anyway, we were coming home from somewhere and I pull into my space in our car port just outside our apartment and I turn the car off and take the keys out of the ignition. I call over my shoulder, “Come on B, (my nickname for him) we’re home.” He is seated in his booster seat and he says kind of frantic, “Wait, I have to get combobulated!” I smiled to myself and looked over my shoulder to the back seat and I see two socks, two shoes, ( he ALWAYS took his socks and shoes off in the car NO MATTER what season) various snacks, figurines, and books scattered all over the back seat. I got out of the car and opened the back door and began helping him gather his things. I said, “Now son, I Love your deductive reasoning here. Discombobulated is a big mess so combobulated has to mean order but combobulated is not a word.”Today, my son and I will occasionally say “combobulated” and smile a bit because I’ve shared this story with him numerous times.
So, with Monday behind me and my toe nails NEATLY clipped, I hope that I get “combobulated” enough to have a GREAT “Walking Wednesday.”