royal mess

yesterday was not a good day.

woke up still sick, and hives galore. i had only one craving--fresh, hot soup.

la bou had butternut squash, and i was all set. dropped mike off at his mom's for the football game (which i was too sick to attend, and thank goodness i didn't because not only did mike say it was terribly hot in the stands, but also he was gone from 11:30 a.m.--8 p.m.).

headed to la bou. waited far too long for the container of soup, and as i was trying to get my car door open, dropped said soup, where it splashed all over the ground next to my car.

maybe it's because i'm off the effexor, but i called mike, and while sobbing tried to tell him what had happened. (did i mention that i hate talking on cell phones?) the connection was so bad, he later said all he heard on his end was "soup...dropped...ok."

still in search of soup, but refusing to pay another $6 at la bou, i headed to nugget for chicken noodle. (probably a better choice anyway, in hindsight.)

the rest of the day was spent in a drug fog, because of the g.d. benadryl, which when taken in the morning apparently hits me differently than at night?!?!

i was zonked. so zonked, in fact, that when coming in from outside i tripped and somehow the bridge of my nose and the sliding glass door track met.

end result=two gashes across the bridge of my nose and one black eye. humiliation=priceless.

i guess it's a good thing i didn't require stitches, because this time i think kaiser would be hard pressed not to think i'm being beaten at home.

first a broken arm one year.
then a broken leg the next year.
then the next year a black eye and cut nose.

and for the record, no, mike has never laid a hand on me. if he did, he's be missing one ball sack.