Punching back

“So, you growing an eggplant on your hand?” I looked at my son’s thumb. I thought it could had been jammed but the discoloration was too bad. It was probably broken.

“Let’s go get an X-ray.”

Yes, it’s broken. His arm and my wallet are now in splints. We go see another doctor to see what we need to do next.

My family’s luck with hands continues to suck.

I also was tested for Strep. Have been sick all week and still pushed through my schedule. But I can’t seem to shake my sore throat. Let’s just say that the nurse is lucky I didn’t projectile vomit all over the room after she shoved the Q-tip down my throat.

Good news. Not Strep.

I sat in the car this morning feeling beat. I was making up a to-do list for today and looking for the energy to plow through that list. The bad news was starting to get me down.

Then I started looking for the silver lining.

I get to emcee Pepsi Pops. My family will have a fun evening and I will help host an event that I absolutely love. My son will have fun with friends and eventually will get a cool cast. It will all work out. It always does.

Life’s good. It’s uneven sometimes and will even punch you in the mouth. But you learn to roll with those punches. And then you punch back with the good.

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