Tell Me When It's Over

I've sprained my ankle.

Again.

This isn't a photo of mine, but it's what I feel and what it looks like. Plaster splint and crutches for me.

I was chasing child, not looking. Wildly clumsy, arms flailing. Ass over elbow and the next thing I know there are three cops, one ambulance and my child looking down into my face as I stare up at the sun. He's sucking down his juice drink, fat round belly protruding. I am thinking he's adorable. The sun is searing or is that the pain? My cheeks are wet and now my ears feel the tears well into them. Blinking I think, What an embarrassment. How undignified. What a god damn pussy.

Here's May's breakdown
1 case of mono.
1 cold accompanied by fever, chills and non-stop congestion (won't detail here)
1 sinus infection that lasted approx 3 weeks until I finally broke and got antibiotics.
1 sprained ankle
1 lost waitressing job that pulled in really, really good extra cash for the family.

I didn't have the heart to call husband to tell him I was in the ER (again). I just couldn't tell him that I was going to be laid up and he needed to continue to take care of me. I waited until my ride (read That Friend You Call For Every Emergency and They Show, No Matter What or Where They Are) to show up to take me home before I call hubs and ask how his day was going and not until he heard the sirens from the ER area did this conversation happen

H: Where are you?
G: Uh, outside
H: Are you in "City We Work In"?
G: Uh....no. It's all good, don't worry, I'll see you when you get home.
H: WHAT'S GOING ON? WHAT HAPPENED

and it goes from there. Poor guy. He's stuck taking care of me AGAIN. I'm really done with this breakable, bruisable, infectable, human body.

Child asks me "What's that mommy?" pointing at cast and bandages. I want to reply, "My dumb fucking luck, kid". Instead I explain, "Mommy fell and this helps her feel better". Satisfied, he spins away and tears through the house to jump on the couch.