Of course, I agreed to do all the remaining data entry and when we left, I did a face plant. There was no reason for it, I just toppled down, cut my hand and landed on my knee. The last time I fell I was 27 pounds heavier but this was a direct hit and I swear I shoved my femur up my throat. I think I may have gone into shock. By the time I got up I was shaking. I went to the host's bathroom and washed my hand and looked in the mirror and I shit you not my lips were blue. I collected myself, shook it off until I got home.
When I got home I had the bright idea to pour the peroxide on my wounds directly. I apparently screamed so loud I scared the dogs.
I thought maybe I could just sleep it off and took a nap. Well that was great until I was forced to wake up and perform and who knew you needed your knee to do things like count and type?
I finally staggered into my Mom's and said I needed to go the ER for an x-ray. I was just about convinced I had shattered my knee. They wanted to de-bride the wound and I suggested they find a way to do it that didn't include pain. Then, "Oh you were wearing pants? Nevermind." Good woman!
Today it is UGLY.
I showed one guy with the group, "Hey, you want to look at my leg?"
He said very politely, "I prefer not to look at women's legs."
I said, "Whatever, look at it."
He turned and looked at my knee and said, "And that is why I prefer not to look at women's legs." Then he told my mother I was being obnoxious and I needed to quit showing people my pestilence. Whatever... the scratches are only superficial Joe, nice try!
He's a nice guy. Really. He's a Democrat and a formal Colonel in the Air Force. You don't get to be a Colonel if you're an idiot... usually.
Today, two vicodin and 3 advil later I don't really care. Those two medications completely removed any give-a-shit for anything I take issue with today.
Oh wait. I did get to emasculate my ex-husband. He is one of those guys who won't let you ever tell him anything he does, thinks, says or believes is wrong. The evidence you are right could be spanking him publically and dammit you're wrong and he's right and that's it. He is proof that pride is shameful. So he thinks these strippers from Kansas are going to come and live with him. My mother is the guarantor on his lease and he elected to send the strippers thousands of dollars rather than pay his rent. They would come and live with him and how the hell did he expect them to stick around if he was evicted?!
So, I used the only things he cares about against him. I told him if he didn't pay the rent I was taking the pets. His rent would probably get paid, but he would no longer posess his two cats and dog. He showed his hand when that was the only thing he would cry about as my mother bailed him out, for the last time.
Today his roommate said, "Melissa is here."
He said, "Melissa can wait outside, but her mother may come in."
I said, "It's just me. I need the receipt that shows you paid rent. Give me that and I will leave you alone."
He even gave me the difference of what he owes her. Thank you very much Mr. Dumbass because now she and I will go to the SSA and let them find you another designated payee since you've chased off every one you've had.
He hates that I still have any control over him and it rests in my mother. He knows she's a softy for his bullshit and I'm "the heavy."
All that being said, I wish him luck in his future and bid him a fond farewell.
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