People who know me know that I have enough food ‘peculiarities’ to warrant their own blog post. I don’t eat the ends of hot dogs, my sandwiches must be “level”, and I won’t eat anything that has ever come in contact with mayonnaise or a mushroom. I despise certain color/texture combos, (Green and squishy, orange and crunchy, all things purple….) and under NO circumstance will I ever drink anything I can’t see through. I feel as an only child, this pickiness is my birthright.
For years those close to me have tried to trick me into trying “something new” — sneaking milk into a fruit smoothie or cream cheese into a cake but nothing ever passes the “sniff test”, and if by chance it does, it certainly doesn’t make it through “phase two: dissection”. How does MEB deal you ask? Well in the same way that he has chosen to sign on for a lifetime of sleeping with a box fan, he has also decided to learn to love a gal with the palette of a six year old. (Okay, maybe more like four and a half)
(* NOTE * All pickiness aside it should be known that I am not one of “those girls” that custom order everything – I just take the cards I am dealt and re-assemble it when I get it.)
While I see nothing wrong with the way I eat and prefer to chalk it up to a refined palette I will admit that a diet of bagels (with nothing) and Quaker Oats peanut butter granola bars (so good!) do little for me in the calcium department. Actually they do nothing for me unless you count the calcium that came from the milk that went into creating the tiny little chocolate chips interspersed in my precious granola bar. Normally I wouldn’t care about all this but I feel I am getting a little too old to keep breaking stuff (like the knee I broke last year…well at least I think I broke my knee but I never really verified this with an actual real-life doctor…, my elbow or my toe – sadly all “self-inflicted” (Get it?? Self joke?) ). Soon Myles is gonna be pulling me around in a wheelchair.
So this January, with MEB out of the house I finally decided to start doing what he had been asking me to do all along (but with him gone it is now more of a ‘my decision thing’ then a ‘him telling me what to do thing’) and get myself some of those cute little calcium gummy bears. (I also opted to start eating yogurt every day but I fell off that wagon pretty quickly.) For the last month I have been suckin’ down the recommended dose of calcium bears every night with dinner, sometimes even tossing in an extra bear for good measure. If the hype around all this calcium stuff is accurate I should be completely unbreakable. If only…
Gangsta shot
Fast forward to Tuesday, when with temperatures finally climbing out of the single digits I decide to go for a run outside. Five minutes into my run and just far enough away from my home to be inconvenient, my foot catches my pant leg and the next thing I know I am sprawled (un-heroically) on the pavement with my head bleeding and a shattered left hand. Seven stitches, a tetanus shot and a pending surgery later all I can ask myself is why on earth am I investing $6.74 every month for a bottle of those damn calcium bears. Perhaps if I had never taken them in the first place I would still be standing upright. Possible side affects for other medications include dizziness, fatigue, trouble breathing, heart murmurs, death…. why would that not also apply to these sugar coated bears with a dusting of calcium??? Hmmmmm?
My owwie. Stitches + black eye.
Ok, so maybe is was my size 10.5 feet coupled with my cat like sense of balance but I have to think the calcium didn’t help. At the time of this blog post I am currently pursuing legal action against uh, Haribo??…stay tuned?
fashion challenge
Anyway at least I did my part for the economy. As I told the ER doctor while he was trying to figure out the last time I had a tetanus shot (I was 9 my dad tells me) I don’t have a PCP ‘cuz I don’t get sick, I just get hurt; he replied, “good, at least depend on you to keep us employed”.
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The Pink Pamphlet 
Hold the phone: you wear a size 10 and a HALF?
I don’t even know what to say. I saw something about you hurting your hand but had no idea about all this. I hope you are feeling better by now.
And, Gia…I have also been known to need that extra half. Jerk.
Ha. Yes. While I can squeeze into a 10 for dress shoes if I do the same with my running shoes I tend to lose toenails. TMI?
Kristina – thanks for gettin’ my back! 😉
Dude. That looks like it hurts! Hope you feel better soon darlin.
(a) I’m so sorry. That looks like it hurts 😦
(b) I’m not sure that calcium would have helped you much with the spill that you took, but…
(c) Milk schmilk. There’s calcium in all kinds of foods.
Feel better!
Kristina, it’s only because I tried on her shoes before, and all this time I thought they were 10s. You realize this means *I* wear a 10.5 at times, too now. It’s like finding out you have a sixth toe after all these years.
You should let me try your shoes on. Maybe I can stretch them out for you with my sixth toe and all! (P.S. I love Support, I do. I really do).
Angela, Can I sign your cast when you get it? I have my own Sharpie.
I like the photos, however, they don’t do the injuries justice… Much more dramatic in person. Also, make sure to milk MEB when he gets in town. He should be waiting on you hand, eyebrow, and foot.
I’m open to negotiation.
Nice sweatshirt. I wore the blue one yesterday, but I like the green one better.
Thank you for sharing the pictures. Now I can get sick all over again thinking about you lying on the pavement, bleeding all over, then getting up and walking home, then driving yourself to the emergency room in extreme pain with only one hand on the wheel while the other one is entirely useless. What a special vision for a mother to see. Or anyone, for that matter. I am SO sorry you have had to go through all of this, dear. You are very brave–perhaps TOO brave (I personally wish you would wimp out a little more often)–but I am very proud of you anyway. Please take good care of yourself. I am sure that MEB will see that you do. Myles, too.
I had an ugly fall while running a few years ago and I never totally got over it. But other than shoe size and love of People magazine, you’re nothing like me. I’m sure you already ran a 10K this morning. 🙂
Wish I lived closer to you, so I could help you out – and borrow shoes!
Thinking of you always…..
Self, OUCH !!! Hey have u heard of calcium pills :-). Also, calcium does not turn you into “Supergirl”, the human factor still exists
Nice pics! It’s good to see that the blogger in you rules the day in documenting the event.
Get used to repeating the story for every little old lady who stops you in the store–and then you’ll have to hear about their broken bone as well as the broken bones of everyone else they ever knew.
Even Supergirl gets wounded sometimes. I just hope you heal quickly, too.
Tamara – you are so right. I have told my story to just about every ‘over 65’ in my local Panera 🙂
MEB – the green one now belongs to me.
It was nice to see your blog.Just Keep Writing!
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So glad you defined “little old ladies” as being over 65.
You know why they’re “little” don’t you? It’s because they shrink when they don’t start taking calcium pills by the time they reach 30.
Those little gummy bears are good, aren’t they? Glad you told me about them….