Putting out the call

Where is the Counselor? I haven't seen her blogging lately. She has commented, but I haven't gotten any emails. What is the deal Counselor my good buddy? I mean we can't even gang up on the Dragon anymore. LOL. Well if anyone has any info on the Counselor let me know. :-(

Ms. Denva

Oops! I Broke It x3

Many of you know and others don't so I figured this was the best way to get the news out to the most people. Maaaan! I broke myself. For those of you that know me, this does not come as a surprise in any way, shape or form. So here is the story:

I was having an excellent Sunday.

I had just turned in my last paper for one of my Master's classes. I had a plan for work and everything was going my way. I don't think Walt Disney could have come up with a better day if he tried. So I decide to turn in early and I have made the basement my new camp site as my room is "under construction." So I head down the stairs and low and behold the last four steps just seemed to disappear. While I was gliding ever so gracefully to the floor below all I could think of was, "No, no. Not now, I have so much to get done." At that point my feet me the ground and my right foot breaks in three places and I sprain both of my ankles. Needless to say I was in some serious pain. I crawled up the steps army style, because I am a "G" and I am not going to be stuck like chuck. I get to the top of the stairs and yell for my dad. He comes running down and realizes that I have seriously injured myself and will have to call 911. Which would have been cool since I was going to be in an ambulance for the first time, and I wouldn't be dead, but I was in pain so it wasn't so cool. I then had to make two very important calls 1.) my boss and 2.) my mom. Once I handled my business I sat on the floor shaking like I was having convulsions. Did you ever notice that the room gets super cold when you get hurt? And doesn't it seem like when you need help it takes forever for it to get to you? So I am laying on the floor cracking jokes to pass the time. So the paramedics get there, dope me up and haul me off to hospital, where I met some of the dumbest medical professionals on earth. After the X-ray tech attempted to compound my fracture they tell me I may need surgery, but then they decide that since I can't stand on my other sprained ankle, that wasn't even given an ace bandage for support, they are going to send me to another hospital. FINE!! Just give me more of your watered down drugs and get me out of here. So my nice EMT friends return and take me to the other hospital. They missed me, that is why they came back. LOL. Anyway I get to the new hospital, they cast me and dope me up
and then I am too drugged up to walk and they threaten to send me to a nursing home. I mean really! So I finally sober up, walk on a walker and get out of there. Our medical system sucks. Now after complaining, crying and some serious bruising due to a cast that was ill fitted I now have the Air Jordan of leg casts. It even pumps up like those old school sneakers.
I am still on heavy drugs and my boss is trying not to pay me. Such is life. I think I need a vacation.

Stuck on her high thrown in Denver,

Ms. Denva alias the broken