Do bad things really come in 3's?

I had a series of unfortunate events around Thanksgiving this year. It was a lot of fun...

It all started a bit before Thanksgiving.

My foot had been bothering me for a few weeks when I dance. It kind of just felt like it needed to pop, and then my ankle kept rolling; it was just unstable. Then Friday after classes it really started to hurt. I iced it and didn't think much of it. Saturday I had Trev look at it and he noticed it was pretty bruised and swollen. It bothered me all weekend, but at ballet on Monday it was killing me. I barely made it through pliés at the barre and had to leave to get it taped. Trevor was working at the Cleveland foot and ankle clinic and made me an appt. that afternoon. Everyone was speculating a stress fracture; the athletic trainer at school, Trevor, me, an instructor and the podiatrist I saw. X-rays were clear (in the spot that was painful anyway) but stress fractures don't show up on x-ray for 2 weeks. So they said ice, motrin, and rest, which is all they do for stress fractures anyway. Good timing with finals coming up and all...

So two days later on Wednesday I get a phone call from the dermatologist's office where I had a mole removed by my eye close to the bridge of my nose. She said, "do you have a few minutes?" and I thought "oh $#it. I don't get a 'lab results were normal, thanks bye.'?". (Yes mom, the $#it word came to my mind). It wasn't a mole, but a cancerous basal cell carcinoma and I have to have surgery to have it all removed. While I'm on the phone with her, I get a text from Trevor saying that New Mexico (where he is doing his externship in December) won't let him have an extra 1/2 day off; which means he can't spend Christmas with us. Then the lady on the phone proceeds to tell me that since it is so close to my eye that it's a possibility that occuloplastics will have to get involved. Awesome. That's all I need is another doggone surgery. Where the crap am I supposed to fit that in my life right now? And by the way, this type of skin cancer is from sun exposure. Anybody that has been with me at the pool in the summer knows that I wear a hat, glasses AND use sunscreen. Seriously, I always use sunscreen on my face. And when I used to fake bake (forever ago) I would cover my face. I just can't win. Ugh.

Friday after Thanksgiving we put all our Christmas decorations up. Trevor hangs a mistletoe on the holder with the stockings and tells the kids "Look what happens when you stand under the mistletoe!" So I go over to him and the thing comes down and smacks me on the forehead. It couldn't be on top of my head so I can cover the wound with my hair, it has to be right on the forehead. I don't even understand how it could have hit me that hard. It's not all that big and it wasn't all that high above my head. I swear I could hear the goose egg forming. You could definitely witness it in the mirror. HURT. SO. STINKING. BAD. I didn't feel quite right and was nauseous for a couple hours afterword. It wasn't until the next day when I was playing the piano that I realized that my brain was not making the right connections and I probably got a mild concussion.

So that was my Thanksgiving break. Holy s-word, I know! But despite it all, I'm determined to enjoy my last week of classes and rock my finals next week so that Trevor can continue to be jealous of my 4.0 GPA. :o)

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