So after such a stellar Sunday Fun day kick off to Florida – I had high hopes for this week. That was not my best idea.
Monday was great, I worked a lot and made a sweet taco dinner for Barry when he got home from work. We enjoyed the taco deliciousness during his very first watching of Dirty Dancing ever. He may not admit it, but he had the time of his life.
I had big plans for Tuesday to get up early ( like 4:30 am) to drive to Cocoa Beach and watch the sunrise, pick up some seashells and be home by 10 am Colorado Time. Instead, I was so excited Monday night, I couldn’t sleep so then I couldn’t get up and frankly, didn’t want to drive an hour in the dark to a strange place tired. So I went back to sleep with plans of going Wednesday morning. So I laid low Tuesday, worked some and may have gotten into a new show ( well new to me, ) on Netflix. Thanks A LOT Crystal and Charlie. I lost a lot of hours to parks and recreation. We were going to go swimming but apparently it rains every single afternoon in Florida. Instead we had delicious sandwiches from Firehouse Subs, which I had never had before, but will have again. Then we went to the cutest little ice cream place where I had an amazing real ice cream ice cream cone.
So up the Tuesday night, things are moving along a slow, normal, almost regular life pace with not too much excitement. Tuesday I go to bed early with plans, again of getting up to go to Cocoa Beach. I charged my camera batteries, I printed the addresses for the places I wanted to go, I had change for meters where I wanted to park, I had an outfit laid out. I was setting myself up to succeed.
I fall asleep. 4:19 rolls around Wednesday morning and I actually got up after giving myself a pep talk – something along the lines of you can sleep at home – you drove all this way – get out of bed and see the ocean. I get dressed, I sent Barry a snarky message because I was actually going to make it out the door before he even got up for work, gathered my belonging and headed out.
I open the door to outside and it’s dark out – no big deal – it wasn’t dark-dark. I grab my phone and turn on the flashlight and I’m walking down the little sidewalk along the house to the carport and the motion light in the carport comes on and inside my head, I’m like great, now I can see where I am going. What I failed to see what a two inch step at the end of the sidewalk. I obviously tripped, rolled my right ankle completely under in the most painful of fashions, landd on my left knee, tried to brace myself again the car to not fall and instead keyed it in a spectacular fashion. After laying there for a moment, I finally moved to a sitting position to determine my next move because I was pretty sure I sprained my ankle, bad. According to the video – of course there is video – do you know me at all- I sat there for a few minutes before I got up.
Relive it here: https://youtu.be/j-WfoU9V7ww
I eventually limped my way back into the house and back to bed where I sent Barry a new text message to come see me when he wakes up. Needless to say, I have yet to make it to the ocean. To summarize – I have one sprained ankle, at least 2 impressive bruises, a scraped finger, a sore neck and a severely bruised ego.
I know at some point, I will find the humor in this, but right now, I’m not quite there yet. And as we all have parts of ourselves that we wish we were better at, I can fully admit I wish I was a better patient. I have been admitted quite needy, whiny and weepy today and for the first time, I kind of just wanted to pack it up and go home. But then we went to Walgreens, I wrapped my ankle and took some pills and Barry fed me cheese and crackers. I am confident I’ll feel better in a few days and worst case scenario, I brought two rolls of duct tape, so I can just duct tape the crap out of my ankle and keep going.
I think I’m going to try to see Cocoa Beach on another trip.