Sweet, sweet vacation

I knew that new wheels + loosened trucks could potentially mean trouble.   I shouldn't have been surprised that the end result was xrays.

The good news is that nothing was broken and that this facilitated a diagnosis of a minor concussion sustained the week before.   The bad news is that if the swelling doesn't go down I will have to have my knee drained...which is pretty much the creepiest thing I have ever heard.  

Anyway...this has put a bit of a wrinkle in my holiday plans as I had earmarked this week as a working holiday.  Many things I have neglected due to my new "don't give a shit about the little things" attitude.   My yard is baaaad...like I'm surprised they haven't called the city on me.   Long story short,  I have done exactly nothing but receive breakfast in bed and plow through The Mindy Project.  Tis only Tuesday, afterall.  Still have many days to catch up.  Until then I'm leaving it to the paid professionals.

And then?   Saturday?  MUSKOKA!!!! 

A glorious week away from it all.  Where a mere 30 feet separates me  from the deck and the lake.   Muskoka is my most bestest favouritist place to go.  Ever.  For realzies.   Quiet.  Lake.  Chocolate for breakfast.  Reading.  And most importantly....relaxing and recharging.


I might just explode.

The only downside of course is that I'm missing out on two weeks of training and a week of practice though I wont miss being forced to be a jammer, hammering her way between 5 vets who barely feel the hits.  I'm kinda hoping that next week I am bitten by a radioactive spider, allowing me to acquire super strength.

But I'm not optimistic.

*scowl*

This is kind of what Wednesday night league practices are like for me..

Anyhoo...I'm off tonight as I managed to smash my head into the rink on Monday's practice.  So I'm dealing with some mobility issues with my neck and I'm eating Advil.   I'm pissy and moody and sore and DERBY IS THE WORST!!ELEVENTY!!.  Naturally I've decided to bail on minimums testing again.  I want another FreshMeat session.  I am not prepared for the full league.

 
It's scary.
It's hurty.
It takes time away from my family.
It takes time away from my friends.
It makes long term dating almost impossible.  

And bruises like this make a 9 to 5 desk job VERY uncomfortable

I think that if I were younger and had a lot less going on I could manage.  But league means even more of a time commitment.   I don't know if I can/want to make that much more of a commitment.


*sigh*

On the other hand...


It makes my heart happy.
It clears my brain.
It sometimes makes me proud of myself.
I really enjoy the folks I practice with.
I really really love that feeling of FINALLY figuring out a skill.
I car Karaoke the entire ride home.
It might be the one of the best things I have done just for myself just because I could.


GAHHHH!!!!!!   Where is my life coach?!!?!?