That scrape on my cheek happened Wednesday, when I fell off my bike during my morning exercise and had a tumble on the concrete. Yes, I’m fine. No, it doesn’t hurt. Yes, the paramedics looked at it. So did the firemen. (And thank you to the nice couple I almost ran over for calling them. Whoever you are.) I’m fine. My glasses are not. No, I didn’t need to go to the hospital. My head didn’t hurt, so I doubt I had a concussion. My neck and back don’t hurt, so I don’t think I’ll be going to get it looked at. It’s just a scrape.
I have a bruise on my belly from my handle bar poking it as I was tumbling off the bike, and a mysterious bruise on my leg that I don’t remember getting. They hurt, but that’s it.
I’m okay. It just looks worse than it is. By the time you read this, the scrape will mostly be gone. I’ll have bought myself a helmet and will have devised a way to carry my cell phone on me while I exercise, so I don’t have to borrow strangers’ phones in order to give my hubby a heart attack. (Any and all rumors you hear about him hitting me over burned dinner are all absolutely false, and were started by said hubby in retaliation for me not warning him about the firemen keeping me company when he came to pick me up.)
Really, there’s no cause for panic. Not that that seems to stop everyone I meet, but hopefully you who don’t know me will belive me.
Speaking of my hubby
While I recovered from my little accident and discovered new and interesting bruises, Michael came down with a cold. I don’t know where he found it, considering he doesn’t go anywhere besides church. But for the past few days, he’s been horse, has had a sore throat, post nasal drip, and sneezing. He’s been eating a lot of chicken soup and wearing his warm robe. God willing, he’ll get over it soon and will be able to go back to work. Not to mention stop the extra-loud-than-normal snoring because his nose is stopped up and he can’t breathe.
In other news
In the meantime, it’s summer here in Texas and my garden is still alive. Two weeks ago I decided to experiment and planted a summer crop of beans. They’ve sprouted and other than being nibbled on by some naughty bugs, they’re doing all right. My squash are blooming, but not producing fruit. Maybe they aren’t big enough? Or maybe I only have one sex of squash? I know squash need both sex of flowers in order to make squash. I’ve seen lots of flowers, but so far no fruit. Hmm. I’ll give it some more time.
At least my okra plants are finally making fruit. I’ve got two little baby okra that will ready to pick some time this coming week. Hopefully that won’t be all they produce. If so, I will be very disappointed in my plants. Also, I’ve got tomatoes that are finally ripening, but they’re taking so long! Ug, I can’t wait to pick them.
Also, according to the evil bathroom scale, I’ve officially lost 6lbs. Yippee! Keep your fingers crossed, because I intend to loose more. Maybe by the time Christmas comes around I can officially make it 15 or 20 lbs? Would 25 be too much to pray for? I hope not!