Spock and the Joker's Smile on my Ankle

After an entire week, I am finally recovering from a nasty virus that took over my lungs!

Yaaaaay!

This is the result of the Karmic adventures of yesterday morning:

Striking resemblance, isn't it?

I was stepping off the bus to check the right turn blinkers--just about to take off--when my right foot must have rolled inward, and I landed ankle-first on the pavement. I think it was the first time I had ever been an "8" on the pain scale. I felt like one of those women in the delivery videos on all fours saying "ooooow, ooow, oooow" rhythmically, trying to "breathe through" the pain. Strangely, I had a sense of empowerment thinking of it that way, and I thought to myself that if I can manage this level "8" pain, I could do well in childbirth. Childbirth has been on my mind since my sister is due in a few weeks.

My "smile" looks a lot better than it feels. :) But I thanked God last night (literally) that I had not at all injured my bones, and that the recovery time would not be half as long.

Yes, that is a crutch in the background, and no, I can't drive the school bus while on crutches. I'm hopong I can put weight on my ankle and walk around by Monday when I see the doctor again. I don't wnat to miss too much work. The opportunity for a full-time position could be opening up soon, and I do want to be seen as active and useful when I am able to apply.

We got a kitty! This is Spock, our brown tabby.

We adpted him from the Humane Society thru a pet store. Four weeks later, we had to take him to the vet because he has had some sort of bug in his intestines and can't stop Poo-ing everywhere. Other than that, he is SUCH a good kitty. He is playful, loving, obedient and beautifully-featured. We couldn't ask for a better cat.

This is his favorite sleeping position:

In fact, he has assumed this position over by the couch, just now as I blog.

Things are pretty good with Wet Watermelon, considering.