I didn't plan this; I planned to tie up loose ends all week and be in proper form for the wedding this Saturday. Instead, I am just back from the hospital with a fractured rib. Ahhhhh, yes!
Saturday evening whilst walking my dog I turned a corner and a dog that was sitting on it's lawn charged at Kane. The dog was tied (I couldn't see that) so Kane is fine. I, on the other hand, freaked, pulled Kane back, went over on my ankle, fell on the pavement and along with a cut up finger, cracked my rib. I walked 6 blocks home practically unable to breathe (from fright most likely).Anyway, to make a long and boring story a little shorter, I was up all night with pain and now I am home with meds to take the edge off. Well, isn't this a fine kettle of fish? They tell me at the hospital I shall be just fine by the wedding but now I think I should have got that in writing.
Please have good thoughts for me because I already fear wearing high-heels and now that I am lop-sided I expect to look like a drunken' sailor being escorted to my seat.
Lily is beside herself. See...
I will take the cue from Lil and rest up as best I can. I've already handed Gary a to-do list for today. Poor guy!
Wish me luck!