Wednesday, March 30, 2011

There Really Isn't a Dull Moment With You

A good family friend said the above quote to me this past Sunday when I told him about cutting  my finger with the bread knife.  He sort of laughed at me because he knew about Henry and this whole inside problems

That quote however perfectly embodies my life this afternoon.

After getting my blood drawn and being told I was not needed at work tonight, I realized what a beautiful day it was.  I did not want to do the whole exercise thing without anyone home, ya know in case I get hurt, so I figured now that Mom was home, I could go for a little bike ride.  Because it's beautiful ya know? WELP, in preparations for said bike ride, and to ease my mother's mind, I decided to make a little note on my hand.

I thought this would ease her mind a little, because in case anything WERE to happen to me, at least the EMTs would know that 1. I was on blood thinners and 2. That number could be called to help a girl out.

Overall it felt GREAT exercising again (first real time since the whole adventure began) although my legs KILLED after.  You know when you live in the woods/suburbs when you go by roadkill which completely grossed me out.  Luckily I was on a bike this time and not running by which I have done as well.  I had to walk the bike up the hill.  If you have ever been to my house, you would understand. 

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