My apologies.

I have been MIA for almost a week. 

Some of you care… some of you weren’t even aware. 

Although I’m tempted to write this post in rhyme, I feel like doing so would be a crime.

Okay.  Enough of that.

True story though… this past week has been crazy hectic.

I started feeling pretty rough on Wednesday, and by the time Thursday came around, I couldn’t even make it through the day at work.  When I woke up Friday morning, I knew that I had to actually go to the doctor.  Usually, I’m that girl who will take a ton of vitamin C and Tylenol Cold & Flu and just cross my fingers that whatever is attacking my body will give up and leave me alone.

Yeah.  Not this time.  I felt like I had a golf ball made of out nails lodged under my left ear.

 It’s never a good thing when the doctor looks in your throat and says, “Oh my gosh!” 

Evidently, I had one of the most severe double ear infections she had ever seen.

Three shots, three prescriptions, and several days later, I’m finally starting to feel like a human again. 

Kind of.

That being said, I apologize for my absence. 

Also, I would like to apologize to the nice old man who had to slam on his brakes at the intersection of Tennessee and Seminary Street today.  I know that the WALK and DON’T WALK signs are there for a reason, but generally I just look both ways, make sure I’m not in imminent danger, and then go on my merry way. 

I blame what happened today on the fact that I never learned how to properly walk in heels.  

I looked both ways before I crossed, and yeah, there was a car headed my way, but I had plenty of time to make it.

Actually, let me rephrase my prior statement: I would have had plenty of time to make it across the street had I not fallen, in the most ungraceful manner possible, into the middle of a busy intersection.

I stepped funny (blasted heels!), stumbled, and in the process of trying to regain my balance, I managed to completely and utterly bust my tail. 

Yeah.  Remember that car that was a seemingly safe distance away when I made the decision to go ahead and cross the street despite the DON’T WALK sign?  Turns out, it was way, way closer than I thought. 

I’m okay, evidently.  Thank goodness that old fella driving was paying attention, or I wouldn’t be sitting here typing this blog right now.

Lessons learned today:  

1) I am just not cut out for wearing heels.

2) Street signs/lights are there for a good reason.

3) I’m 27, and should not be allowed to cross the street without a responsible adult holding my hand.