What a start to my day…officially, after getting the girls ready for school, we started our daily routine of walking to school. My oldest daughter (she is 8) almost slipped on a patch black ice. I caught her then I explained how she had to be careful of black ice. Just because it looks like water doesn’t mean that it is water. Well, we get to the school unharmed. I was waving good-bye to my oldest while walking my youngest daughter (she is 6 ½) down the steps and I almost fall down the steps. Luckily, I grabbed onto the rail, but the way I came down on my left foot was crazy. I came down on my tippy toes and my foot tried to go forward. It hurt badly. The school personnel came to my aid. I couldn’t cry nor could I speak a word. For a few seconds, I sat on the steps then I hobbled to my daughter classroom to see her off. I hobbled out the school then back to my house to finish getting myself ready for work. When I came back outside to walk to the train station, I slipped on the same patch of black ice that almost got my oldest daughter. No, I didn’t fall, thank goodness. Normally, I would feel a little defeated, but I just brushed it off. I must be finding my way back to the middle of the spectrum. Finally, I feel stable. Today I will be looking for doctors to help me. So on goes my journey.
My messy Lyfe 