Hibernation

Where Have I BEEN?! I know I have been very absent from the bloggy world, but I assure you it is only because I have been very present in my own real world with ice storms, snow storms, freezing weather, 8 snow days, and a tornado drill that scared the you know what out of my 5 and 7 year olds (who were sequestered in the school for 30 minutes past dismissal in the tornado crouch on the floor. Jack was praying to God the entire time to please just make the tornado go away, and declared it was his "second scariest day of his life". Second only to nearly dying on the plane. The fact that there wasn't even a tornado warning in our county seemed to be lost on him.) If I would have actually updated my blog, you may have been more bored by reading about it than I actually was sequestered inside for days on end. However, today something happened that jolted me, quite literally, out of my blog hibernation. I spent the morning in the ER.

Really, what good is a trip to the ER if you can't blog about it, right? It all began with my Thursday excitement...Mom's Day Out! Woohoo! I headed straight to the gym after dropping off my little one and ran my 30 minutes on the treadmill. Feeling good, I decided it was time for a serious ab workout on the incline bench. You know the one...the bench that puts your feet higher than your head and allows you to be unable to stand up straight the next day because your stomach is so sore. Yeah, that's the one. Unfortunately, the bench was at the steepest incline. I knew I could have none of that, so I crouched down and pulled the pin out so that I could lower the bench. That's when the bench came CRASHING down. That shocked me, but it shocked me even more when I realized I couldn't get my hand out of the crashing bench. I was stuck. I tried to leverage the bench up with my shoulder, but it was locked in place. I couldn't get the pin out of the hole because my hand was jammed in right above the hole. I yelled to a trainer nearby and begged her to come help me. That's when I saw the blood flowing and I got a bit more urgent with the trainer yelling instructing her to come over and remove the pin. She did, and the rest is history. Another trainer drove me to the ER, and I am now the proud owner of 6 stitches in the little flap of skin between your thumb and index finger. I never really gave much thought to that little flap before, but now that mine is throbbing and mangled, I'm realizing just how much use that little guy gets. At least I got out of the ab workout, right?