Author: lizardek

I can walk! Well, I can hobble! Without a crutch, even, if I take it slow. Although, using one crutch helps a lot. My entire right heel and the top of my foot are a delicate cyan blue, and I´m filled with cabin fever after having been mostly prone for the last 4 days. Everyone else has been skiing every day since Sunday, and today John and Anders went to St. Anton in Austria, leaving me homebound with the kids. Simone is at work, but gets home early today. Vacation is really boring when you can´t get out of the...

2 hours sitting on the runway, in the very last seats which were right next to the constant engine running and didn´t recline, plus 1.5 flight, plus no wheelchair to meet me when departing, meaning I had to hobble UP a long ramp and down a hall, while my hip and butt cramped and my leg threatened to collapse under me to where the cart was waiting, plus a 2 hour drive through the snow-covered landscape and darkness, plus getting lost in Füssen because we couldn´t read the poorly-lit roadsigns and having no access on the mobile phones, and finally...

Look at this! Love is in the air! It’s everywhere! And it’s WONDERFUL! Really Great LOVE Writing Out There Right Now: My Heart Wears a Letterman Sweater The Birthday Boy Love Letter Who do you love? Why don’cha tell me about it? Anders is picking me up in about 15 minutes, with sushi in hand,* and we are going to get the kids, go home, pack the car, eat dinner, and head on out. The weather could be better for flying, but my foot doesn’t hurt too much when I press down on it now. And I get to ride...

Crazy busy at work. Crazy stupid crutch-filled whining ouchness at home. Packing. Leaving tomorrow. You all deserve better.

Stayed home from work for my first post-accident day after discovering that 1) painkillers with red triangles on the package taken the night before make me nauseous and dizzy the next morning, and 2) #@!$%!! crutches! I can’t manage these stupid things at all. I’m more crippled than a one-legged grasshopper in a 3-legged race. The crutches, which, I might add, are now MINE to keep, thanks to a medical system that apparently thinks no one will be bothered to return them and which charges only 75 kronor a piece for them, are not the old-fashioned wooden, rubber-padded, under the...

The Good: My boss called me today and let me know that she’s so happy with my work that she has changed my status to a permanent position, cutting my trial period short by 2 months. 🙂 The Bad: I slipped on a flight of stairs this afternoon on the way out of a store entrance, and landed so badly that I ended up spending 4 hours in the emergency room this evening and came home with a diagnosis of severely sprained foot and badly bruised heel. The Ugly: Crutches and bandages for 2 weeks, and I HAVE to work...

The feeling of complete helplessness as I sat in the passenger seat and the car slid faster than I thought was fair, considering how slow we had been going, toward the extremely steep drop-off at the edge of the traffic circle was more than overwhelming. My life didn’t exactly flash before my eyes, but I did see the overturned car lying at the bottom of the hill with my children screaming in the backseat, while my hands clenched in my lap and Anders struggled to turn us out of the slide. We ended up swinging around in a circle and...

Why is that when you grow up you tend to lose your sense of spontaneity? Does it wither? Or does it curl up and die because it’s neglected? Maybe it pines away. I think you have to stroke it, feed it, take it out on the town and surprise it. You have to let it fly and be free. Sometimes you just have to say the hell with it and go a little crazy. Even when you’re tired. Even when you had a tough week. Even when you couldn’t get a babysitter or you aren’t in the mood or you...

I’ve managed to resist the temptation that is eBay for a very, very long time. Tonight, after bidding on 2 Coach bags and a pair of pants (don’t ask, I have no answer) and taking a gander at the many, many pages full of Moorcroft ceramics, DVD box sets, and BOOKS, MY GOD THE BOOKS, and various and sundry other things just calling my name, I managed to use my left hand to forcibly PUSH my mouse hand over to the signout button and press it…like that guy in The Evil Dead whose hand gets possessed and fights him. That...