No Thanks, November.

I’ve heard that human beings have the genetic capability to hibernate, we have just evolved beyond the need to do so, since we have foodstuffs available to us year-round, instead of having to forage like wild animals.

Can I de-evolve a little, please?  Just for the month of November?

I’ve talked before about how November & I don’t get along.  It’s the one month out of the calendar year that I could, quite happily, skip, altogether.

For the last few years, it has been the worst month of them all… and yet I’m supposed to celebrate “thankfulness” during this same month.

*sigh*

1 year, we hit a deer on our way home from Thanksgiving dinner at my parents’, turning the front end of our van into a metal sofa.

For 2 consecutive years after that, I ended up in serious, horrific, fights with my brother, which ended up demolishing any kind of relationship I had with him.

The year after that, my MiddleChild was in a car accident, & we still don’t really know how she survived & escaped from her car. A simple miracle in the midst of an awful crash.

Every year.
Something awful.

So, you ask… what’s this year’s event?

Let me show you.

Only swollen 3 times it's size

All the pretty colors

Just ow.

Cracked ankle bone, severely sprained,  black & blue and freaking ouch all over.

Friday night I was babysitting for the Toddler Tornado.  He fell asleep on the couch while we watched a movie, & when I carried him downstairs to his bedroom… I missed the last, too – short step at the bottom.

I had the presence of mind to twist my body so I landed on my back on the floor, allowing my grandson to land on me, instead of the other way around…

But in the process… I heard my ankle “pop” 3, maybe 4 times, and we had to lie there for a couple of minutes until I caught my breath. 

TT was fine, a little scared, of course, but totally willing to fall immediately asleep when I laid him in his bed.

Then I crawled my way back up the stairs & surveyed the damage.

Well… yesterday was the doctor visit, who provided me with a snazzy black boot (so lovely & slimming, black goes with everything! ), and a pair of shiny silver crutches. 

But, I seriously think that- just maybe- I should look into having this month renamed

No-Jen-ber.

And just sleep through till December 1.

Think I could get that to happen?