A heavy fall

Well lets start with the beginning of my day two days ago… I had to get up at five am and had to be to work at six thirty am. I’m not much of a morning person and for some reason it seems that I can never sleep on the days I have to get up early so I was very very tired. I worked until two thirty pm and managed to finally get home. I got an email from a lady who was trying to get rid of some plants and pots so I figured that Donnie and I could go there and pick a few up. I brought Donnie in case there was anything I couldn’t handle. We got to the house with no issues and we began the task of picking out what plants I wanted. She had so many plants it was unimaginable. I imagined that I would be the same someday when I finally get my own house so I will have to take that into consideration and try to show some moderation if that day ever does happen. She tried very hard to get us to take any and even all the plants when I just don’t have the room for them.

I am actually going to gift three or four of them to friends since I did in fact still got too many. I even have a few that I have to identify and learn how to care for so I will be busy for a week or so figuring out placement and watering habits of my new additions. Now I’m sure any of you who are reading my post are starting to wonder about the title of my post and what it has to do with collecting plants. Well… I’ll tell you. As we were loading up the plants into my car I was bringing Donnie two plants to load up when my foot landed wrong on the uneven part of the cement driveway and I fell down. The plants went flying and I had to quickly throw my hands in front of me to save my face. I ended up with a bloody hand, dirt all over me, my knees hurting and one of them completely scraped of any skin and beginning to swell, and any of my pride going out the window.

Donnie was very worried about me and I tried to shrug it off but it hurt like a mother F***er. We finished loading up the plants and went to the mall since the day was cool and the plants could be left in the car for a few hours and we walked around for almost two hours and finally we were back in the car heading home. I was quite thankful for this because my knee was starting to hurt a lot. Donnie promised I’d be sore the next day and I sure was. I only had to work four hours but it felt longer than that. Every time I touched something with my bad hand my hand would hurt and then be sore for a bit.

Today, I still feel sore all over. I never realized how sore you get from just a fall. I’d like to hear your stories and what you had to go through while you were healing.

Today I have to go to work again but this time for a full day shift and I’m not looking forward to it. I know I am suppose to be fast and get customers through my line as fast as possible. But today I think I’ll take it easy so I don’t make myself worse. In the meantime… Is anyone interested in a Sago Palm?

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