But I’m not a good listener.
Holy Week was nothing like I imagined it would be. I had visions of dark chocolate bunnies and egg-shaped Reese’s cups dancing through my head every night. Not to mention the French fries I had given up for Lent. On Good Friday, Jamie had the day off work so we took Timothy shopping for groceries and outfits for Sunday. All-in-all, Friday was a good day. Both of my Zumba classes had good turnout and I was grateful for fantastic workouts.
Saturday morning was met with a great crowd at Curves after which I zipped downtown to take my friend Christina’s Zumba class. That’s pretty much when all hell broke loose. I rolled my ankle while jumping because the floor was a little sticky from the humidity. I had a fantastic cry in the bathroom for a minute then finished out the class with about 40% of the enthusiasm I usually bring.
On the way home, I had to stop by Wal-Mart (ugh) to try the Dr. Scholl’s foot mapping machine for a review. They only had the machines at Wal-Mart or I would have gone anywhere else. It took a minute to find the darn thing and then about 10 minutes for it to finally give me a reading and suggested insert. More about that in a future post…
Well, we all know what happens when one goes to a superstore; it’s like a black hole and there is no way you can get out without purchasing a billion things you didn’t go in there to get. I bought myself an ankle brace while I was there in addition to the food I needed for the crop I was late getting to–at my own house no doubt.
Cropping was fabulous. I played with the new Creative Cuts tool and finally finished my album about our trip to Maine in 2005. There was only one page left to do with one of the only pictures of me taken while we were there. Now that we have a new printer I was able to print the picture call that project COMPLETE.
By the end of Saturday, I had little to no voice. It started going early in the afternoon for no apparent reason. I’m blaming allergies even though the Prompt Care doctor wrote “pharyngitis” on my check-out slip. I posted my problems on facebook that night and begged for an Easter miracle. Unfortunately, I woke up Sunday morning with absolutely no voice. This meant, of course, that the solo I was supposed to sing at both services was cancelled and my soprano section had to get along without my leadership. I could eek out maybe five notes but anything above a D was a crap shoot.
After I told my choir director and she stared at me like I was playing a cruel joke on her, I shut myself in the bathroom and cried. And then I cried almost every time someone asked me if I was okay. It was so frustrating, disappointing, sad, etc.
I was broken. Not my ankle, thank God, just my spirit. After church, I excused myself from the Easter festivities to get some drugs for my ankle & throat then went home to sleep it off.
My Curves ladies were wonderful last night even without my being able to give them verbal instructions. They rely on my directions a lot but did really well with physical cues. In a regular Zumba class I try not to give verbal cues a lot anyway, so it was a good exercise in non-verbal cuing. As for the ankle, Zumba in the Circuit is low-impact. I’m keeping it wrapped to prevent further injury and hopefully I won’t have a sticky floor in tonight’s classes.
So here I sit with a rainbow of pills inside of me so I can smile on the outside. Timothy will be waking up from his nap any minute so I suppose I should close this by telling everyone that I’m now addicted to looking at beauty and makeup blogs. I’m suddenly obsessed with eye makeup and all its possibilities. I even gave myself a virtual makeover on the Mary Kay website, complete with a ridiculous hairdo. Enjoy!
