I think I have recovered. Head is clear, stomach is no longer queasy, and I have unearthed the kitchen counter. We're singing hymns at Heaven's gate around here, we are.
Well, there is still the matter of my nose. I think I mentioned a post or two ago that Friday night I stopped a shot on net with my face. There wasn't much blood, and someone found me an ice pack quickly, so there isn't much swelling. But boy does it hurt like a son of a b. If I forget and yank a t-shirt over my head too quickly, the collar brushes down my nose and my knees hit the floor. Ow. I'm not sure what to do. As long as I don't touch it, it doesn't hurt. I'll assume this means nothing is broken. However, The VP does have a smokin' hot ENT doctor who helps him with his sinus troubles. I may have to be seen after all.
I took The Governor to the pool today. Lots of interesting people. I made a vow to myself: If the back of my thighs ever look like I'm standing on totem poles of aging shar-peis...I swear I will wear a full-body wet suit when I want to go swimming in public.
Don't say I never do anything nice for you people.
Posted by Cathy at February 6, 2006 09:51 PMIf the pain continues, get the nose looked at.
Unless you want to look like Angela Lansbury in "Nanny McPhee".
Posted by: aelfheld at February 7, 2006 01:39 PMHave I ever mentioned to you that soccer is evil....?
Posted by: Gary at February 7, 2006 02:30 PM