So the Indy Car race on Saturday was good. We had a one and a half hour rain delay. Michael Andretti created Indy Fest this year and will again next. Your ticket got you in for the race and all the rides were free. We went on the Ferris wheel. The kids went on the zip line also.
It all was fine til we sat in our seats. It is bleacher type seating with a back to them. There is an opening between the seat back and the bleacher. First I was kicked in my, you guessed it, left SI joint(hip) twice by a man. He apologized. I tried not to cry. I took a percocet I had brought "just in case".
Then, we realized we were up one row too high. I thought that was great, to get away from the big footed man. Well, no. The probably thirteen year old behind me here kicked me three times in the hips if you can even believe it. It was so surreal. Why?? Why directly into my hip? Well, the third time that boy kicked me, mama was ready and lightening fast. Yes, I actually grabbed his foot. Mama was in pain, lots o pain. I turned around while still holding his foot, and told him,"You have kicked me three times. I have a hip disability. It hurts." He apologized and told me his foot slipped. I do understand. I really do. It was wet from the rain still. I did release his foot. His father leaned forward and Brian tried explaining the situation to him. I say tried because you have to remember Indy cars are loud. VERY LOUD. So this entire conversation is yelling. Well the father replied with an "Okay". What?!? I just figured whatever. What is he gonna do anyhow. The damage is done.
Well I took the remaining half a percocet in tears. Me bringing one and a half percocet was considered on the extra cautious side. HA! I woke up this morning still in pain. It is getting better, just very slowly. I need to call the doctor for more percocet, I have one left. Not good at all.
So sorry to rant here ladies. I wanted to tell you how the race went since I had mentioned it. Um, how about a nice picture of my pansies.
Or a cute shot of Mabel and Maggie? :)
Things will get better. They always do.
Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; For I shall yet praise Him, The help of my countenance and my God. Psalm 43:5
Praying and stitching,