When You Have Too Many Plates In The Air...

"When you have too many plates in the air, occasionally one is going to get dropped" 

This is a quote from the gal with whom I have spent over a year rehabbing my shoulder (and a few other body parts as well). A veteran of an overbooked and underpaid schedule, she has home schooled her two boys, been a gymnastics coach,a personal trainer/physical therapist,social worker, and alderman. I'm sure she's done much more but this is as much as I've gleaned in the time I've known her. 

So, in the spirit of the quote, I must confess that I dropped a plate today and,as a result, am writing this post from a Burger King parking lot. 

In planning my schedule for today, I took great pains to push my workout/rehab session up 15 minutes so that I could get to the massage part of my therapy regimen on time.(Harpist are prone to a variety of neck and shoulder issues and I have a boatload including what is most probably a screwed up rotator cuff.) 

Only here's the thing - in my overbooked scramble following my last appointment, I wrote the time down wrong and showed up an hour early. My therapist smiled and said "Right place, wrong time!" 

So I've taken myself off to the Burger King around the corner and am in the parking lot trying to wedge in my bookings and posting for the day as I will no longer have the time later in the day that I thought I would have. See? 

The other big challenge will be getting out of here without ordering a burger and destroying today's workout. That would be two dropped plates. 

 Cheers!

 Ps apparently posting from my ipad means the return key isn't working or something. I'll have to fix that later when I get to my home computer. (I got home and fixed it which is why you can now legibly read all of this) Which really ticks me off because one of the reasons I bought the dang thing was so I could update my blog from the road. Yet another annoying thing to firgure out.

 Like I don't have enough to do!

Comments

[Julia]

I love it! Luckily for you, this plate merely dropped to a soft surface. My dropped plates end up shattering or rolling away under a table and I hit my head when I try to get them out!

[anne hambrock]

Ha! Well, it's not as though I haven't had a couple of those experiences too - just not yet since I started the blog.

Although, actually, I had one just today - I'll tell you when I see you 'cause I can't put it up publicly!