My bra strap got stuck on my tiara--please help!
It all started with the free bird last week...
The turkey my employer gave me for Thanksgiving gave me fits coming out of the hot oven. I pulled a muscle in my back wrestling that dumb bird to the counter top! No serious injury, me, I mean…the bird was dead. I did ask myself if I could get Worker’s Comp since my employer gave me the bird. I doubt it.
I did great on Thanksgiving and Black Friday, as far as my fitness and food. I stayed in range, no problem. I remember thinking, if this was the test, I passed with flying colors.
My back was fine by Friday. At this point the tiara is still firmly planted on my crown.
Saturday was THE big game…Ohio State @ Michigan.
It was really nice out that day. And DH decided to take down 2 trees in the back yard that were fairly close to the house. I usually help him with the big ones. He knew I wanted to watch football, so he asked his stupid half brother, Steve to help him. This guy is 36 years old, irresponsible, convicted felon, only operating with half of the normal brain cells due to his drug habits.
But I am" too hard on him." I need to" give him a break because he has had a hard life".( his CHOICE, not mine) He has stolen property from us several times. My MIL expects me to" ignore it and share the wealth" because we are "lucky". I am not lucky, I work hard to have the material things. So yes, it angers me that I drag my happy a$$ to work everyday, pay taxes, to support Stupid Steve’s kids, then I am expected to ignore his stealing, and " loan" him money too!
OK, my in-laws sometimes cause my tiara to slip. I have considered wrapping it around their necks or poking them in the eyes with it.
So my DD and I are watching the game on TV. We are wearing our matching Michigan sweatshirts. My DD is a cheerleader, so you must show your S P I R I T. I was sporting my NEW EXTRA SMALL Michigan sweatshirt. I may be sorry for this later in the day…
The two trees are close to the house, so DH wants to top them first, then take down the trunks. He climbs the tree, cuts the high branches first. I can feel the ground shake when the branches hit the ground. It was half time. I just happened to look out the window…
I saw my DH faced down in the dirt with Stupid Steve rubbing his back. I felt like I had swallowed my heart. I ran to him, climbing through a maze of tree branches to get to him. It had been at least 5 minutes since I had felt the last limb fall, so I don’t know when Stupid Steve was going to come and get me. DH was conscious, but having difficulty breathing. The first thing he said to me was" I can move my toes". You see, he sells durable medical equipment. He specializes in custom wheelchairs…think Christopher Reeve here. I tell SS to call 911. He is now on the other side of the tree, playing with his phone. He says "he just got the wind knocked out of him." I said "call 911." He said "what town is this, what is the address." I told him. He said "we should use the house phone." I said "we don’t have a land line anymore. Call 911." He said "where are we?" I said "do I need to go get my phone…call 911!" He finally called. I asked SS what happened. He said DH was standing on the branch of one tree, cutting a branch out of the other tree. When the branch fell it hit the limb he was on causing him to fall about 25 feet to the ground.
I told SS to clear the branches out of the way so the EMTs to get to him easier. He didn’t listen. He started pacing back and forth. When the first responder got here, I looked around and SS was gone. I found him pacing on the driveway. He told me that if a sheriff comes, he is giving them a different name, if they ask—he has outstanding arrest warrants. I was shocked--NOT. Guess that’s why he did not want to call 911. The thought of going to jail was more important than the safety of his brother.
At this point I hear the sirens, so I go around back, and realize SS did not move the branches. So I did. There went the same back muscle…ouch! I don't know or care where my tiara is at this point!
OK this is one of those times I feel like using that blasted tiara as a weapon!
It took awhile for the EMTs to get DH on the board and into the ambulance. I was inside preparing my 2 kids to go to the hospital.
Oh guess what, no sheriff deputy came-- darn it!
As soon as the ambulance pulls out of the driveway SS starts barking orders at me. "Just leave the kids here with me. I will finish cutting down the trees. Leave me DH’s car key so I can get home."
This is when I thought my head was going to explode!
I would not let this dumba$$ take care of my CAT, let alone my children.
He does not have a driver’s license, so I would not give him my car key.
He is a THIEF, so I would not leave him alone at my house.
Did I mention…I thought my head was going to explode. No tiara is going to hold it together!
I am trying to process my options in my head. I decide that he is just going to have to go with me to the hospital. That way, he could get medical attention after I beat the crap out of him. Which I now realize, he would have refused to go to the hospital. He once got arrested in an ER waiting room. My neighbor was on my porch, and could sense my stress. So he told SS that he had to leave. I told my neighbor that SS did not drive there, so he volunteered to take SS home. I was so relieved.
So we get to the ER waiting room…
good news…the game is on the TV…
bad news…we are wearing Michigan sweatshirts in a room full of scarlet and gray, including the Dr.s and nurses...
you see, we are fairly close to the OSU campus…so there are a lot of Buck Nuts here
Deep down I am very worried about DH because I don’t know the extent of his injuries. I want to protect my kids, so I keep it light, focus on the game.
We missed the entire 3rd quarter and part of the 4th quarter.
In case you missed it…Ohio State 34 Michigan 40…I’m just saying, that’s all.
We finally got to see DH and a doctor. The injuries…a collapsed lung, several broken ribs, broken left hip, broken left shoulder, broken pelvis. Yes, he broke his a$$. I know it sounds bad, but I feel blessed because it could have been much worse. He will be fine in 6-8 weeks. After the Buck Nut Dr. did the procedure to re-inflate his lung, I called my FIL and MIL. They are divorced. I have been on vacations with both of them, separately. So I can see how they could not live together. I would not want to live with either one of them. MIL already knew that DH fell out of the tree. SS lives with her. Shocking that he still lives with his mother, I know.
Sunday morning, DH is in the ICU. I walk in on a phone conversation between DH and MIL. She led him to believe that I never called her the day before. BITCH-- that’s all I’m saying about that.
I usually track all of my food for the day before breakfast. I didn’t on Sunday. When I sat down Sunday night to do it, I realized something. Healthy eating is a fully ingrained habit for me. You see, in the past, I would have grabbed anything sweet and salty and devoured it under such stress. Not this time. I only eat when I am hungry. It is a HEALTHY HABIT. I do not have to worry about it. It is now a part of me.
I did have a meltdown(no eating, just crying) when I got to work Monday morning. I think it was because I was away from my children for the first time since it happened. I didn’t have to pretend to be strong. I was worried. And I was wearing a bra that the band was too big, so the straps were getting on my last ever-loving nerve. When I got on Sparkpeople.com I realized I was" in the Spotlight" for the Winter challenge. I said "Oh crap, I am not in the mood to be a motivator, or a cheerleader today. God help me." Then I realized I just needed to pull my happy a$$ up by my bra straps and straighten my tiara. Why…because I am a Warrior!
I do need to get some new bras though, really!