A Nice Trip

Don't be fooled by the title of this blog. I didn't go on a nice vacation or anything.

On Friday night, I went to Lititz with my mom to check my mail, and pick up some of the refugees to spend the weekend at my parents house so they could sing at church. It was pouring rain and before I left my apartment, I grabbed some things to take home with me and with full hands proceeded down the wet wood deck steps (there are about 20). The next thing I know I am on my butt near the bottom of the steps. I don't even remember actually slipping. The glass bowls in my hands shattered everywhere and there was blood all over my back and my elbows. I hit my head so hard that I thought my brain bursted out of my skull. It throbbed so hard, and I was just screaming in pain. I landed right on my tailbone, then smacked and scraped my shoulder blades, and hit the back of my head. I probably should have gone to the ER except I wanted to pick up my students because I was going to be late. I was completely covered in dirt and mascara ran all down my face (I thought it was waterproof!?)

So anyway, now I have an egg on my head the size of Louisiana, a hideously bruised back and scraped shoulders. I have whip lash so bad to the point that I feed like I'm in a body cast. It even wraps around to the tendons on my chest. I am pretty sure I jarred everything in my body. Needless to say, I can't sleep. I can't lay on my side, back, or stomach, and what else is there to lay on? My doctor is on vacation, so I can't get pills. I just pop advil all the time. Saturday, we we planned on going hiking to waterfalls, which I did. I was exactly like an old lady. I had my arm looped around Courtney's. Oh, what I do for my students! And it was the stupidest idea ever, because I can't move now.

Corey believes that I just have sore muscles...he says "Beth, you are fine. I played flag football before, I know how it feels." OK, Corey...this doesn't feel like that kind of soreness. AT ALL. He also said last night that he loves me so much, except for my ailments that I have all the time. He said he doesn't like handicapped people because they are annoying, get a good parking spot, and most of them aren't even nice anyway. I feel the support just dripping off of him. :)

So this is a rough way to be in the summer- like a vegetable. I can't swim or jump on the trampoline, or play volleyball with the students because I ...can't. And I feel so badly, because they are already going back home tonight. At least last night we got to go to the Farmer's Fair- shout out to Trish, who loves our town's cheesy festivities. We saw all kinds of vegetable freaks- mutations of townsfolks veggies. Also, Trish, I saw Robert Alan Krome III there and he and his wife of two years are expecting their first child in February! Thought I would keep you up to date on Pen Argyl's news.