My Life = Drama or Trauma; You Pick

Some days I fantasize about sitting in a rocking chair and knitting a blanket.

Yeah.. that sounds good.

So.. no worries about any weight gain from that Heath Crunch Ben and Jerry's,
I dropped two pounds.

Makes no sense... right!!

Well let me tell you how I did it.

Obviously from my recent post
 Friday = Bad news which I reacted to by eating that damn ice cream.
Then ...
Saturday = Let's go shopping (the premium shops at Limerick) with DD#2.
We literally shopped till we dropped.
I mean 5.5hours of non stop walking, shopping, trying things on and getting GREAT buys.

So, as we are driving home (1 hour ride),
DD and I joke that there will probably be a wonderful dinner waitng for us, prepared by DH and SIL.
Maybe even a bottle of wine, and a nice evening on the deck..
 If not, we will go to Plan B
Which will be to simply go to a great sports bar and catch the Phils game.
I was hungry.. I basically had nothing to eat all day, and
 the "Food Court" doesn't offer many healthy options other than Smoothies,
which we did grab a regular to hold us over,
 besides that "fantasy" dinner would be waiting for us right!!

Ok, arrive home, SIL and DH had been working on the family room.
SIL has started his own business of home trim finishing and
does fantastic work and he was doing a coffered ceiling in our family room.
Here is a pic of him on the scaffold 18 ft high and on the left "THE LADDER"

So, back to our arrival home..

we walk into the house, and

there is no "fantasy"dinner on the table,

there is no welcome home,

and the scene is .... well quiet

There is husband lying flat covered with ice bags in select spots.

He is not saying anything.

Things do not look pretty (other than the ceiling, which was nearly completed.. updated pictures to follow).

An then reality hits me as the story unfolds,

What was going on.. 

DH fell off the ladder,

Hit the scaffold, and

Landed on the floor.

And there was blood all over him

Luckily, SIL was able to secure him,

Ice pack him and at the time insisted that they go to the ER

but  stubborn DH says no.

Bring on Plan C...

So off to the ER we go.. he looked so bad they rushed us into the exam room

and then xrays and CAT scans and more exams, and more exams, and more exams.. 

The good news is no broken bones (which is a miracle,

given that his type of cancer (myeloma) basically eats bones from the inside out)

so there was definitely an angel on his shoulder and my SIL who took great care of him.

So, ultimately, no food + lots of walking = 2 lb drop.

Now, I DO NOT recommend this for WL.  

And I am very much looking forward to  a normal day..

no DRAMA or TRAUMA.

Enjoy your weekend!!!