Good ... and bad things come in threes!

A 1000 km road trip to celebrate a new soon-to-be addition to the family, left me returning with unexpected gifts.  I started my week finding a humongous tick on my Vimy, which I took out with tweezers. (SO GROSS!)  I then did tons of research, consulted friends, took pictures, ran to the vet (albeit late I know!) to get expensive flea and tick medication, and ended up sending the tick off to Winnipeg to get tested for Lyme disease. The whole experience totally FREAKED me out!

Just before I found the tick, I raked the lawn a little t...o...o  strenuously, causing my sciatic nerve to act up.  I almost keeled right over FLAT on my face, when I bent down to pick up the leaves.  That sudden pain freaked me out.   Damn, why did I stop going to yoga? (No money, no time =,no excuse!)  I spent the rest of the week applying patches to my bare backside, and zapping myself with my mother's homemade massage do-hickey-thingy.  At school, I explained to a class of eight year old kids, that IF I was grimacing when I got up from my chair, it wasn't anything they had done or said, it was because I was in pain!  I must have grimaced once too many times, because this little red haired, freckled, blue eyed munchkin blurted out, finger wagging, "'Madame, you NEED to get some Voltaren MO gel, for that!"  Of course, that comment made me laugh!  What would an eight year old know about Voltaren? I had never heard about that ointment until I was getting ready to hike The Camino, for God's sake!

Thursday afternoon, I came out of school, only to see a S*O*L*I*D white line stretched right across my windshield, on the driver's side, directly in my line of vision. A ruler might not have made such a straight line.  Damn! Another freakout!! I had heard something hit my windshield on the drive back, but I didn't see a thing on my it when I checked. I guess it needed four days to develop?  Good and bad things come in threes, don't you know.

So Friday, a two hundred and fifty dollar deductible later, a ninety minute wait, after a sleepless night where I had booked off work at 3:00 am, finds me at the MALL killing time while my windshield gets replaced.

  

I put off shopping all the time, because I hate it.  I had no excuse now. Plus, I needed to find shoes for my son's upcoming wedding.

This is where shopping really BECAME therapy.  In one store, I sat on the floor trying on shoes.  It hurt too much to keep sitting and then standing up.   I asked if there was a female assistant who could give me an opinion on which shoe she thought looked better.   She was on break I was told by one employee, but the second guy I asked, leaned over to whisper in my ear , "I am gay.  Does that help?" I replied, "That is just perfect!" And it was!  He helped me select the right shoes, and ran around for me, after nicely suggesting I get off the floor and sit on a bench.   I ended up buying TWO pairs of shoes. Total therapy and total fun.

Now all I had to do was go pick up Jiminy.   I was lucky enough to have Handy Bro see me walking on St. Peter, stop, pick me up and drive me to my car.  Distance? 0.1 km... THE shortest lift I have ever had, but THE most appreciated.   Just the thought of having to cross what I can consider to be a very dangerous and super busy intersection, was gearing me up for ANOTHER freak-out.  Frankly, I have had ENOUGH freak-outs this week!