When life throws you lemons…
What do you do? Yes yes, make lemonade, possets, drizzle cake. But that isn’t really what I fancy doing at the moment. In fact I haven’t felt like doing much for a few weeks now. And I’m really really trying to keep positive. We’ve been thrown a curve ball and I’m finding it hard to adjust to the change. And I’d been so positive just a few weeks before!
It should be a temporary change but all of a sudden, life as we knew it doesn’t exist anymore. And I know there are so many people in the world going through life crap that puts my woes to shame –but right now I’m feeling sorry for myself.
A few weeks ago the hubby snapped his achilles while playing basketball. He’d only been to two practice sessions and then it happened. I don’t think I really grasped how much it would impact life at first. I figured he’d hurt himself and he’d be ok.
But when you snap the achilles, it takes a bloody long time to heal. It’s that huge tendon at the back of your foot that connects the foot to the calf muscle. You know, the bit that feels like it’s a bone. So yeah, it’s going to take weeks and weeks to heal properly.
I feel upset because it meant we had to cancel our family holiday. We were due to fly to Menorca on Tuesday but we’ve had to cancel. The doctor said no and that is that. I know in the grand scheme of things this isn’t such a big deal. There will be more holidays. I just can’t help but feel grouchy and fed up at the moment.
The blog has been put on the back burner too. I’ve been so tired with my “real” job and looking after B and the hubby that come 8pm, the last thing I want to do is sit and write.
And to make things worse, I’ve had a cold for what seems like weeks. It started just after Easter, so yes, it really has been weeks. I’m taking some antibiotics but I just want to feel well again.
So today’s blog post is a nothing post really. Just an update on life and my feeble attempt to try and be positive. So I ask you, when life throws you lemons, what do YOU do…other than add gin and tonic?!
Here’s what I do…
1. Overreact and get stressed about pretty much everything.
2. Catastrophise things that really don’t need to be catastrophised…example – hubby drops a glass by accident and wife goes bat-shit crazy.
3. Drink copious amounts of prosecco with the mum friends. Thank god b was at the grandparents last Sunday !
4. Realise things aren’t that bad and I need to just hold my chin up and crack on.
5. Discover we have an ant infestation and get upset that we need to kill them.
6. Panic buy a load of furniture on eBay to upcycle. God knows why I decide to buy stuff when the hubby can’t help me carry it to the garage.
Life isn’t predictable is it. No matter how much we try and control our circumstances, we never really know what’s coming. I know J’s tendon will heal in time and I know we will get back to normal but this makes me anxious – anxious as to what else is around the corner. I know what WON’T be around the corner…bloody basketball. Or any sport that may re-rupture the tendon. Hubby is under strict instructions to Xbox and drink beer! He is really upset about that…