February 2, 2018

Busted!

For those of you who know me well, you’ll certainly be aware of the physical challenges I’ve been experiencing. They have honestly seemed to be occurring in succession of each other for many, many months! While I am immensely grateful I am not suffering from a deteriorating illness, broken bones, or invasive surgery procedures, my preference would be to skip all this crap! But that’s not how life works, and that’s not what’s real, so I continue to be on the mend! We last saw me with dislocated rib, then flu, with eye infections coming and going in between. Right knee screaming occasionally. That’s ok. Right knee is sufficiently gagged with healing! Left ankle is now shouting at me through a megaphone and is requiring ice regularly, as well as a much slower walking pace. Forget running for now. All these debilitating events alter a person’s mood and mental state. This has also required healing so as to not default to comfort eating taking the form of a false bandaid.

Aaaaaaannnnnddddd then….last week before I had to board my early morning flight, accidentally locked myself out of my apartment at 5am. I was locked in my own parking garage just shortly before my flight. I began to worry. A LOT! Perhaps I could have missed my flight, stressfully rebooked, and arrived much later. (Because missing a flight and rebooking is never “stress-less.!” I put forth as much effort as my tired, 2 hours of sleep, body and mind could exert to find a solution. Ultimately, after recently shooting with famous comic book artist George Perez, I still retained the residual response to the situation as being fully capable to conquer it now. In lieu of accepting defeat, I made the evaluation that I had the what it took to vault the rusty, tall, dirty, spike tipped iron security gates. In full force super heroine mind set I jumped high and hoisted my entire body to very top horizontal bar. I viewed the ground I needed to land on beyond the rusty gate. I said to myself: PLEASEEEEEE just don’t break any bones! Being shoeless on one foot (in order to prop open garage with other shoe just incase of total lock out) I throw right leg over, caught my legging, cut my bum! Made it half way- Flight to catch. Ok: It’s a “Mission Impossible” maneuver, left leg is thrown over and left cheek is cut slightly less worse than the first. Right hand is cut. More cuts and bruises found later because of sheer exhaustion and loss of memory. My feet hit the ground. I landed safely, Victorious! I made my flight, got to my gate, peed, got water, boarded. I had just the perfect amount of time, to fit in one big disaster just before my flight. 

Plus my ankle injury, and an invisible neck injury not shown, here are some photos from an accumulation of disasters.

 

 

 

 

Just so everyone feels better, including myself, I must end with this very cheerful and most inspirational boob photo. Here’s looking at the bright side……

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