If you can start the day without caffeine,
If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,
If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,
If you can eat the same food every day and be grateful for it,
If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you anytime,
If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,
If you can conquer tension without medical help,
If you can relax without liquor,
If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,
Then You Are Probably...
The Family Dog!
Ok, what's left to tell of this tale. Mon. our last day there, just hung around the pool all day. No snorkling, no ferry to cozumel, no shopping and definitely no Salsa dancing. I did call the airlines in the morning and found out it would be $150 each to change the flight to that day or I could go see the Mexican Dr.($125) and get a note to have it changed for medical reasons. We had dinner that night early and were back in the room before 9 - more Mexican TV after packing. Thank
G-d for sleeping pills i say.
The next morning the last breakfast on the patio. I liked breakfast the best there actually. Cappuchino machine, fresh fruit, yogurt, croissants and someone making omelets - what's not to like? Then we headed to the airport. The airline gave us a wheelchair and my husband wheeled me thru the airport in Cancun and in Miami and thru customs and back in Boston.
We got in late and luckily i had the next day off from work. I was able to get an appt. with an Ortho Dr. the following day. Diagnosis: Synviossis/Trauma to the knee. Treatment: the RICE diet Rest, ice, compression and elevate. That was thurs. i didn't have to go back to work to last mon. He said if it wasn't better in 2 wks. to call for an MRI. Went yesterday.
Diagnosis: Torn(or worse) Meniscus and possible tear/complete rupture of the ACL.
Ok, let's see if we can wrap this Mexican debacle up.
After dragging myself up the stairs, I lay on the bed with my leg up on 2 pillows with ice. When I got sick of watching Mexican TV, I dragged myself into the shower, got myself dressed and back down those stairs Iwent.
We got a table out on the patio and my husband asked me what i wanted to eat from the buffet. I said,"Nothing, I really don't feel like eating." or drinking for that matter - especially not that watered down wine from the silver water pitchers. When he got back and sat down, the tears started to roll down my cheeks.
Yep, the ole alcohol aftermath. The Happy Hour Haze had worn off and we were smack dab in the Depression Daze. Feeling sorry for myself, feeling like i'd ruined the vacation and just wanting to go home. We were discussing whether to see the Mexican Dr. down the road at the other resort, when I jokingly said,"maybe i should shout out-is there a doctor in the house? "To which my husband retorted, "would you really want one who was staying here? " I laughed and said well i guess not, but maybe we could go up the street to the 5 star resort (ours was a 3).
So i had a little roast beef and mashed potatoes and watered down wine and hobbled down to the bar for a nitecap- a Spanish Coffee, then called it a night. No disco dancing for this girl tonite.
I know you are supposed to love Sundays, a day of rest and relaxation. Rrright... A day of catch-up, hurry-up, get the shopping done/laundry done/ cook! and clean cause tomorrow you go back to Work( i realize i am dating myself here but i can hear Maynard g. Crebs(from the Dobie Gillis show) yell "Work". Note - i was a very precocious child with a teenage brother 7 yrs. my senior so i'm not That old - yes i am, who am i kidding? Anyway Dread & Loathing in Massachusetts sets in Sun. night when thoughts of going back to work the next day creep in. I even seem to have more trouble then usual getting to sleep - worrying about getting up, getting there on time and functioning in the capacity that i am paid for(translantion: not running, yelling and screaming from the building). I know, bad attitude. What can I say, i was meant to be a free spirit - no time clocks for this girl.
I just remembered this t-shirt i saw when i was down in Mexico: Forced to Work, Born to Party. I guess that says it all.
Blog pick of the week goes to....... Hotel de Ville de Paris , my favorite little blogger friend and friend in the real world as well. Go visit.
We are in trouble...
The population of this country is 300 million.
160 million are retired.
That leaves 140 million to do the work.
There are 85 million in school.
Which leaves 55 million to do the work.
Of this there are 35 million employed by the federal government.
Leaving 15 million to do the work.
2.8 million are in the armed forces preoccupied with killing Osama Bin-Laden.
Which leaves 12.2 million to do the work.
Take from that total the 10.8 million people who work for state and city Governments.
And that leaves 1.4 million to do the work.
At any given time there are 188,000 people in hospitals.
Leaving 1,212,000 to do the work.
Now, there are 1,211,998 people in prisons.
That leaves just two people to do the work.
You and me.
I was trying to remember what I said when i fell. I think i might've said I broke my knee?? It happened so fast I really don't remember but when my husband helped me up, I realized pretty quickly that I couldn't walk/put any weight on my left leg. He helped my hop back up the beach to our chairs. Then he went to get ice for my knee and brought me back a bloody mary with an extra shot of vodka because we had already realized how weak their drinks were. Ah, liquid pain killers. After the drink we moved(with great difficulty) back over to the pool area in the shade. He left me there reading (or trying to) and went for a swim. He brought me lunch because i could no way walk to the buffet. At some point we procurred some crutches from the guy at the pool/towel shack. They were pretty cool - adjustable, cept they weren't that easy to use, as i found out(never having had the opportunity to use them before and hopefully never again.). I actually found out yesterday that i was definitely using them wrong if my armpits hurt(which they did). Let's see the rest of the afternnoon was alchohol led: beer (or 2) with lunch, then i switched to my fav: pina coloadas- not sure if i had 1 or 2 - probably 2 - yes i think i had the 2nd at the swim-up pool bar; however in my case it was the lower her down from her crutches bar. where there is a will there is a way. Commonsense prevailed tho and i left after that one and slowly made my way back to the room- did i mention we were on the 2nd floor - no elevator?
Remember that t-shirt? I do, from when i lived in the caribbean. Instead this time i was visiting and mine would've read- I wasn't drunk, i fell down, big problem. well not a Big problem, but big to me. My husband kept reminding me it wasn't my heart or another organ - good thing, since we were in Mexico. I didn't bother going to the dr.($100/$125 if he comes to you) down the street at the other resort; i figured what can he do. Maybe I would feel better if it was a MPB(mysterious party bruise- as a girl at work called them). But i did this walking down the beach or i should say starting to walk down the beach. we were only Day 3 of vaca and i had already done Yoga on the beach and was planning on maybe doing the water aerobics , but definitely doing the the Salsa dancing at 3/poolside with the cute little (well tall) beach boy in the red shorts. I had just takin a picture of this pelican and was just starting off on a walk down the beach to one of the other resorts. I stopped to look at the damn bird, a wave crashed in, someone was walking behind me and i turned funny or something and the next thing i knew my foot twisted under and i fell on my knee on the hard wet sand.
to be continued.... (gone to ice the damn knee).
An older, white haired man walked into a jewelry store one Friday evening with a beautiful young gal at his side. He told the jeweler he was looking for a special ring for his girlfriend.. The jeweler looked through his stock and brought out a $5,000 ring. The old man said, 'No, I'd like to see something more special.'
At that statement, the jeweler went to his special stock and brought another ring over. 'Here's a stunning ring at only $40,000,' the jeweler said. The young lady's eyes sparkled and her whole body trembled with excitement. The old man seeing this said, 'We'll take it.'
The jeweler asked how payment would be made and the old man stated, 'by check. I know you need to make sure my check is good, so I'll write it now, and you can call the bank Monday to verify the funds and I'll pick the ring up Monday afternoon,' he said.
Monday morning, the jeweler phoned the old man. 'There's no money in that account.'
'I know,' said the old man, 'But let me tell you about my weekend!'
All Seniors Aren't Senile