Today hasn't really been my day. The ups and the downs have been rather strange and unique and definitely not what I would have chosen. Its been a day of "firsts" and a day of "oh-no-not-again's."
I only slept 4 hours last night(oh-no-not-again), and I got up extra early to take my car in to get the transmission fluid changed. It was rather quick(a-first) and I even had time to fill up my tank of gas, so I made a quick U-turn to get to a gas station.
I hadn't gone very far and I noticed a cop trying to get by, so I moved into the right lane already figuring he might be coming for me. Sure enough, he scooted over behind me, so I pulled off the road(oh-no-not-again).
My trend with cops is that I get pulled over every 2-5 years for something I didn't realize I was doing (like, going 15 miles over the speed limit or turning right at a red light where it wasn't allowed). I always feel bad and know that I was wrong, but I always try to explain myself (not to get out of it, but just to be understood), and then I always get a ticket because cops don't like excuses.
So I tried to keep breathing, hoping that the cop would take pity on the bewildered California driver who thought she knew the driving rules in Missouri but was apparently mistaken. Well, he did (a-first) and I didn't get a ticket. And I am now accurately educated about where one can and cannot make a U-turn in Missouri(a-first, apparently).
I went about my merry business at work all morning and then headed over to the church where we do the after-school program. Today, we were supposed to get a whole new group of kids and I was supposed to be one of the main leaders(a-first) instead of just a fill-in/assistant/helper.
After walking into the building, I realized that I should have brought my other bag with me from the car. I went out to retrieve it only to have my left ankle give way and let me fall(oh-no-not-again). My ankles used to do this weekly and I got used to catching myself before I would fall; my tendons were so stretched out that it didn't even hurt very much, and within 5 minutes I'd feel good as new.
But its been at least 4 years since then (meaning that my stretched tendons have largely healed), and my ankle did not take too kindly to the jolt(oh-no-not-again). In fact, my ankle hasn't felt or looked this awful since I sprained it my freshman year in college during Missions Conference when Hilary and I were teaching Jewish dancing.
And this is seriously the worst day for this to happen because we were already under-staffed today for the after-school program, and now they've sent me home because I'm worthless as far as an active bunch of 5th graders is concerned. Grrr...
The bad news is that my ankle is REALLY unhappy. And in the past, when I haven't been able to jump back up within a few minutes, I've ended up injured for weeks(oh-no-not-again)... so I guess I'll just try not to think about that... because it means really bad news for my ability to participate in my practicum(a-first), which is definitely not good on multiple levels for multiple parties... :(
So why in the world did this have to happen today? Is this supposed to give me a chance to rest? Well, as I sit here staring at all the things in my room that I would like to organize/put away, I'm in more pain (though psychological rather than physical) and I don't feel like I'm resting. I feel guilty that I can't work and that the people at practicum now have to work even harder (and trust me, they work too hard as it is) so that I can sit here being completely unproductive.
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