That "run over by a truck" feeling

Last night, ladyjestocost called, asking for a lift from Swedish Hospital home to West Seattle. Seems that bedii had some digestion issues that would not resolve themselves, thus the need for dramatic intervention. He should be fine, but this meant that the family's primary driver was out of commission. Walking up to the entrance to the Emergency Room, I tripped and fell on the concrete, banging up just about every major joint in my body. Being just outside an Emergency Room, I found it ironic that not a soul saw or noticed the middle-aged woman splayed on the concrete just outside the door. Anyway, I got up, limped inside and met up with my friends-in-distress.

This morning, my right shoulder (you know, the one with the tear in it?) and my left knee (the healthy one) both hurt. A lot. Both will be getting ice while I sit on the couch and try not to contemplate the fact that this month I gave up my COBRA because I couldn't afford it anymore.

Could have been worse, no doubt. I'm still mobile and functional, and I'm sure this will all be fine. I'll want to take a walk sometime this morning to keep the knee lubricated and moving. But right now I feel like a truck ran over me (and having actually experienced such a thing, I can speak from experience) and it's not a Happy Place.

::sigh::

On the upside: Got a call back about a job. So it all balances out.

Still: Ow.

It's raining

The whole world sounds like running, trickling water.

That is all.