I had knee surgery the other day. They removed my bursa sac that kept filling up with fluid due to an injury. The only thing I can figure is that it happened when I helped this neighbor kid stop his bike as he was coming down the hill, scared and saying, “Help!” I jumped in front of him and stopped him, but he and the bike were heavier, with more momentum, than I anticipated.
The pedals or something smacked my knee and scratched my other leg. He hit the street and got scraped up, anyway, but at least I had softened the landing. It turned out his brakes were fine. He'd either panicked and forgotten to use them or had done this on purpose to get attention. I'm starting to wonder if it was the latter. A guy at work said, “I would've let the kid crash.” Maybe I should have.
Next week, I get my second epidural steroid injection in my back for my ruptured disc / spinal stenosis problem. The first one a month ago did wonders, but I'm not quite 100% yet. I'm hoping this second shot gets me there. I didn't think I would be the one using up all of our medical benefits this year, but I have. We have a really crappy health insurance where it boils down to having a $5,000 deductible. Anything over $2,500 and less than $5,000 comes immediately and straight out of my pocket. The first $2500 is still paid by me through my weekly premium, but they do at least “front” me the money as needed up to that $2500. Anything over $5,000 and they pay 80%, but it's that middle $2500 that kills ya.
See the recent Bill Moyers episode where he talks to a former senior Cigna vice-president who explains what a bunch of scumbags the insurance company executives are, as if we didn't already know.
In the twenty minutes that Tara and I left Elizabeth alone, she found some (child-safe) scissors and cut off all her hair. At first I thought it was just wet. Then I realized she'd cut it all off. I laughed and said I was just glad she hadn't hurt herself.
A few seconds later, Tara came into the room and I told her what Elizabeth had done before she saw it for herself. Tara did not laugh. She was on the verge of tears. Elizabeth had such beautiful hair. Elizabeth thought she was in trouble, but I told her I thought she did a pretty good job, actually. And that made her smile.
It was four-thirty on a Sunday. We were fairly sure no salons were open. I suggested the cheap chain, Great Clips, that I go to nearby. Tara called and asked if they could help. They were nice and stayed late fixing Elizabeth's hair. The stylist told Tara, “I've seen plenty of kids' hair after they've cut it themselves, but this is the most hair I've ever seen one of them cut off!”
Anyway, now Elizabeth looks like a boy. Luckily, she's still very cute. 🙂 She looks like she did in Russia, actually.
UPDATE: Tara has figured out why Elizabeth did it. It makes perfect sense to me: Tara and Elizabeth had been talking lately about cutting Elizabeth's bangs; Elizabeth has been watching the movie Mulan over and over lately, a movie in which the lead character, a girl, cuts her hair in order to look like a boy; and, finally, Elizabeth was bored, temporarily unsupervised, and she had scissors.
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