More Senseless 1st World Problems
I keep breaking my nails.
If you’re thinking this…
It’s more like this:
I went to the website using this picture, but whatever language it’s written in looks like hieroglyphics to most of the western world.
Where am I going with this painfully useless trivia?
Here’s what the driver’s side door to my jeep looks like:
See that curve under the door handle?
On Friday, we had the first torrential rain in weeks. I was reaching over to get my purse from the passenger’s side and my foot slipped on wetness.
Were I a cat, my nails might have saved my ribs from the assault. As a human who is 5 1/2 times larger than the coon cat, my rib caught the edge of the door.
I was sore, but nothing that Ibuprofen couldn’t relieve. I did yoga every day, but couldn’t quite stretch out. Then, on Monday night (or it could have been early Tuesday morning), THIS decided to use my ribs as a trampoline.
The rib soreness became sharp, stabbing pain quicker than a Corvette can go from 0 to 60MPH.
It wasn’t the first time a coon cat fractured my rib
Yes…Chilly Coon Kitty’s brother, who passed away 2 1/2 years ago, attacked the same rib.
I’d forgotten just how painful something as trivial as a cracked rib can be. Yesterday, it only hurt when I was standing, sitting, walking, carrying papers, breathing and eating.
My better half suggested using a brace. The sharp stabbing pain is now a dull stabbing pain. That, I can live with.
Tomorrow, I’ll be wearing a dress to work. It’s not that easy to hide a brace under a polo shirt.
I’m told that no one can understand the mind of a woman. Wrong!
It is far harder to understand the mind of a cat.