Last night I had a harsh lesson in the reality of coming up with my own recipes for the slow cooker. Don't do it. I thought I could make my own recipe for teryaki pepper beef. I was wrong and so we ordered in for dinner.

We watched Dancing With The Stars and The Bachelor because there was nothing else on. Rob bathed the Poopchuck.

My crappy day, started shortly after going to bed last night. The poopies are back, full force, and I didn't get much sleep because I had to keep running to the bathroom.

This morning, shortly after Rob left for work, I threw up. Thankfully I hadn't had anything to eat (just a vitamin water to drink), so it wasn't that bad. I haven't thrown up again since then and I'm very thankful for that.

Then, about an hour ago, the doorbell rang. It's very difficult for me to get down and up stairs with my knee right now. So, I went on the balcony to see who it was. It was our mail carrier and she had a letter to deliver. She *had* to have a signature for it. I told her that it was hard for me to get down stairs because I have a fractured knee, and she said that even after talking to me, she would still need a siggy. *sigh*

So, I opened the baby gate and hobbled down the stairs. She seemed rather impatient at how slow I was in getting to the door. My knee throbbed from going down the stairs, but I dealt with it. I went outside and signed two different forms for the letter, all the while making sure Sydney didn't run out the open front door and also making sure the door didn't close (and lock) on me.

She had a problem scanning the letter and when I peeked inside I saw that Gabriel had gotten over the gate around the living room and was trying to come down the stairs to me. I let her work on the scanning while I *ran* up the stairs (without my cane) to grab Gabriel. Holy shitski, that HURT. Running was bad. Stairs were bad. No cane was bad. Then having to come back down the stairs holding a 26 pound kid with no cane (it was at the bottom of the stairs) was horrible. My knee buckled several times under me and just wouldn't hold the weight.

Finally the letter was scanned in and I was able to shut the door. Gabriel and letter in one hand and cane in the other I got back upstairs and safely put Gabriel in the living room. As far as I know, Sydney didn't run out the door.

When I got back to the living room and sat down I was in tears from the pain. I over exterted myself by a lot and my knee hurts so amazingly bad right now. I can't take any meds for it because I have to watch the baby (besides, I'm almost out). I'm going to try and keep using the cane, but I might have to go back to the crutches because of how much pain I'm in. We'll see. Hopefully, I'll be able to stick with the cane.

To make matters worse, Gabriel is being an absolute spaz today and I'm spending the majority of the day running around after him, pulling him off of things he's climbing, and bringing him back into the living room after he climbs over the fence.

Just when things seemed to be on the upturn...

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Your Mind is Purple

Of all the mind types, yours is the most idealistic. You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasies are intense. Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries. You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places - or a very different life for yourself.

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