Her boss made the mistake of going on vacation.

Bwah!

Wasn't there a football player who was out for a while because he hurt himself getting out of his recliner?

I can totally see me doing this. Sorry about the muscle pull, Tep. Yoga is dangerous! Clearly!

Well, after 2 weeks of this UTI, I am finally going to go see someone and get some damned antibiotics and hope it hasn't turned into a kidney infection.

Do that, please! That's how my mother wound up in the hospital recently.

There's always this nagging feeling that I should be using my powers for good, rather than Kissinger.

As far as I can tell, you are. Of course, I'm counting Lily and excellent porn and fic and thinky stuff as "good."

JZ was boggled to find out there's a real minor league team named The Isotopes.

But was she Wade Boggled?

But was she Wade Boggled?

As that involves eating chicken, I'd have to say no.

Do that, please! That's how my mother wound up in the hospital recently.

Well, I had noone to go to until I thought of Planned Parenthood and thank gods, they do UTI's. They are a hoo-hah full service place!

Chatty!co-worker said that the only injury that would have a higher humiliation factor w/r/t the minimal amount of effort expended to injure oneself would be throwing out your back by reaching for the remote control.

As somebody who has been practicing yoga pretty seriously for the past couple of years, I have to call bullshit on this. Yoga is serious exercise! It's not just gentle stretching and meditating and saying Om now and again. Done correctly you should be protected from serious injury but it's physical exertion and a real workout so, like any other kind of exercise, there's always the possibility you can injure yourself. Anyway, hope the muscle heals soon!

Sorry about the yoga injury, Teppy.

Aimee, I hope they can get you a quick script for the UTI.

Owen pulled a runner today. DH didn't lock the deadbolt when he left for work and I was distracted getting Olivia and myself dressed this morning. I was still half-naked when Owen topped the baby gate, opened the front door and went walkabout. I threw on a robe, rushed out the door and it took me about a minute to locate him. He was on our neighbor's porch (stark naked, of course) and trying to open their door.

This was an hour ago and I haven't stopped shaking.

And my stupid doctor's office didn't call me. I had to call THEM. The next available appointment for the substitute doctor: NEXT WEEK. I run out of pills on Thursday. I've taken an appointment with one of their other doctors (the one DH quit using because he always runs about an hour behind schedule). I'm getting a script and changing practices.

Loved the tin foil cube - everything should still be fresh when he gets back!

And Teppy, I once managed to dislocate a kneecap walking. Admittedly, in deep snow and uphill, but still - walking!

Owen pulled a runner today.

Has he been texting with Cindy's kids?

Ouch, Tep!

If it's any comfort, I once got a three-sick-days sprained ankle stepping off a deck.

Has he been texting with Cindy's kids?

He sounds like he's been studying Christopher's master technique.