Yes...it really is a good thing that there are not folks who come to your house to do mental status exams on a random basis. I may not pass that exam!!
I had absolutely no idea what happened. Just a loud and hard bang...like lightening. Instantly I felt every cell in my body come alive....standing at attention.
Then I noticed a large black SUV pulling into the parking lot across from where I was. I drove over and a gal got out of her SUV and I think she was as shocked as I was.
It was raining and cold and all I could saw was..."are you ok...what happened?"
We exchanged phone numbers and drove away. Apparently I was so shocked I didn't know what to do. Keep in mind I'm pretty darn independent and a capable person.....at that time I had no idea what to do.
It has been over 20 years since I've been in an accident....no wonder I was shocked! After my brain returned, I realized she hit me ... and hard too!
I came back to my senses and took care of business. When I returned to IHAN headquarters, I opened the door I noticed something didn't smell right. What the heck? Jake apparently had eaten something that didn't agree with him....lets just say he had a "personal problem" and it was not pretty.
(yikes...what a day)
I take his bedding and begin cleaning it....
Approximately 45 minutes later the yellow monster spit out two of my co-workers.
I was ready for the afternoon post office run....until the oldest co-worker let out a loud squeal/cry..."I don't want to go anywhere." Really? Crying over going to the PO? Dang...I can only dream of such a luxury.
With frazzled nerves I take care of business and started dinner. While cooking I hear the crying co-worker say to the non-crying co-worker, "I'm spitting in your shoe." I about laughed my rear off. Spit in a shoe?
Ok, whatever....while dinner was cooking I grabbed a broom to sweep the floor...I have a nice little pile of dust and dog hair when the co-workers come running through the kitchen...yes stepping into the pile and tracking it all over.
My turn to let out a loud cry, "STOP!" That when I was hit the second time in one day. The kid had the nerve to respond by saying, "We're sorry Mom....we'll get out of your business." When did sweeping the kitchen floor become "my business?"
What the hoodlee-doodley? All I have to say is, I was feeling like spitting in someones shoe...ROFL.
To spare you the rest of the details....my body is sore and I'm sorry I'm behind on my posts....but a girl has just got to get her head back on her shoulders :)
After all...Increasing your E-Notion IQ is just as good on Thursday as it is on Wednesday right?