Saturday, August 01, 2009

ouch

Posted by little erin at 8/01/2009 01:20:00 PM

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at about 3am, fenway decided she had to go outside and go to the bathroom.
well, i tried as hard as i possible could to ignore her whining and crying, until i realized i am an awful dog owner and got my lazy ass out of bed and trekked down three flights of stairs too bring her outside.
well, after she was finished and we were both about to walk up my granite stairs to go inside....i tripped over my dog (actually, kind of kicked her too while falling over her) and fell so quickly that i didn't have time to use my hands to block my face. so i pretty much fell nose to granite. then i proceeded to cry for about 2 hours. why, i'm not sure. i had a bad night last night and that felt like the icing on the cake
so today i am most grateful for...
1. not breaking my nose last night
2. not breaking or hurting fenway when i tripped on her.
3. not blacking out when i fell.
4. not breaking my teeth, even if they hurt.
5. not looking as scary as i thought i would. i've just got a fat lip and a few scrapes. i thought it would be sooo much worse. you can barely even tell.
but after all that, i still just feel really worn down and sad. i can't get out of this majorly depressed funk i've been in since last night, and i don't really know what to do about it.
any suggestions?

 

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6 Comments:

  1. JP said...
    Aug 1, 2009, 1:37:00 PM  
    Can I just say that I love that you named your dog Fenway? It makes me smile so much!

    When I'm in a majorly depressed funk, I drink. Then, I put on loud, ridiculous pop music and dance around like a weirdo. It does wonders, I promise (just make sure your curtains are drawn.)

    Love,
    JP
    http://denimdebutante.com
    Katie said...
    Aug 2, 2009, 8:49:00 AM  
    Hm. Retail therapy?

    Not exactly cost effective, but it can be rather uplifting. Especially if you catch a good sale.

    I always prefer shoes/purses/jewelry... there's no risk of it not fitting, which would subsequently trigger my body-image-related-depression, which would completely reverse the intended effect of retail therapy as a whole.

    But, that's enough about me.

    Just go buy something pretty.
    EP said...
    Aug 2, 2009, 1:32:00 PM  
    Oh my goodness! That's so scary! I hope you're feeling better, and I'm so thankful that you only got a few bumps and bruises as opposed to some broken bones and teeth. Thinking of you today, and sending healing vibes your way!
    alter:native architect said...
    Aug 4, 2009, 11:37:00 AM  
    Kisses...from a boy you like, might help.
    Or, like JP said, a drink.
    Margarita!
    little erin said...
    Aug 6, 2009, 12:43:00 AM  
    you guys are right, i could use some kissing, margaritas, new pocketbooks and ultimate dance parties!!!!!!!!! p.s. thanks for the encouragement. i really, really appreciate it!
    Christine said...
    Aug 7, 2009, 1:21:00 AM  
    If it were me I would just grab the dog and cry into her fur. Once the poor dog was good and soggy and all snotted up,that would make me laugh and I would be good to go until the next time.

    Now if that didn't work, I would think of all the bad things that I would like to do but can't because I am an adult. Example: wouldn't you just love to give that person who dissed you in that awful e-mail a wedgie? I would.

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