Day 2 of the cruise, and I’m a little worse for wear. Don't pee and blog at the same time, especially late at night Click To TweetLast night, as I was finishing my post, it turns out I sat on the toilet too long because I was typing while peeing (I like to multitask), and my foot fell asleep, don’t ask me how, but this kind of bizarre thing happens to me quite frequently. So I start to stand up, and happened to try and take my first step on my now totally numb foot, which just wasn’t having it. I dropped like a sack of rocks.
I broke my fall with my forehead on the tile floor.
My mother always said I was hard headed, and thank God for that because I hit the floor so hard, I left a depression on my skull. There was no blood, though, so I got that going for me.
John never even woke up. His peaceful snores just served to mock my agony over what I was sure was a subdural hematoma in the making as I lay on the cold tile floor wondering how in the world I always seemed to wind up in such improbable situations such as this all the time.
Two words. Head. Ache.
Thinking back on it, though, it could have been much worse, so I actually consider myself lucky.
So today, on day 2 of my cruise, I waited in line some more, bought the unlimited internet package (since I can’t type faster than a small child with his fingers covered in bandaids and I was running out of minutes on the plan I had originally bought), and went to see a luncheon musical on wine, which featured no less than six wine tastings and one big problem.
I don’t drink alcohol, and John doesn’t drink wine.
So why even go to this show, you ask? Well, I didn’t know it was a wine tasting lunch when I booked it, although you’d think the name of the show would have clued me in. It was called “Wine, The Musical.” Again…only to me this kind of stuff happens. Constantly. If there’s a way to screw something up, I’ll inevitably find the best way to do so and proceed from there. I’m the type of person that can take something out of a box and then, try as I might, be unable to get said object back into the box no matter how hard I manuever and how many iterations I struggle through to get the damn thing to fit right to go back in as it was originally presented to me.
We did meet a lovely couple, though, and lunch was great (other than the excess of wine).
Tonight, I’ve booked us to see a dancing show called “Burn The Floor,” which I thought included dinner.
It does not.
I could blame it all on the headache if I hadn’t booked these shows earlier in the week when I was just my normal, crazy self.
I think John’s punishing me because he made me walk around the entire perimeter of the ship for no reason other than to walk around the entire perimeter of the ship.
Did I mention I haven’t exercised in over ten years? So now I’m tired with a headache, instead of just woozy with a headache. I got him back, though. I went into one of the shops on the ship later in the day and bought a ton of makeup I’ll rarely wear once we get home because who do I have to impress except Tsuki and Blizzard who don’t care what I’m wearing on my face, unless it involves snacks for them?
Tomorrow is Reef Snorkeling excursion day.
I’m tired just thinking about it.
Stay sane until we talk again, and I’ll try to do the same, although with all the improbable, impossible things that seem to suddenly just inexplicably happen to happen to screw up when I’m involved in any way, shape, or form, it’ll be a challenge.
It can’t just be me.
Remember, you are important in this world, no matter how many things maybe go screwy when you’re around.
Life happens. Enjoy the ride, even when it gets bumpy.
You deserve to be happy because you’re a survivor. You’ve made it this far by eating that elephant one bite at a time.
Keep on chewing.