What Clues Will You Leave...

Anyone who knows me, knows that I love my crime shows like NCIS, Criminal Minds, Hawaii Five-0 and Blue Bloods.  The kids get quite a chuckle when I use information that I have gleaned from the shows and apply it to my life.  I cannot tell you how many times I have used a show to warn my girls to be careful when out and about alone!

Anyone who knows me, also knows that my mind can go on some unusual tangents.  Not in a bad way, but in a way where the kids raise their eyebrows and threaten to start looking for homes to place me in.  But anyway, as the kids have studied for test that involve anatomy and physiology, I started thinking about what clues my injuries might leave about me.

When I fell coming down the office stairs a few years ago, I swear I fractured and/or dislocated my ankle.  Doc disagrees strongly but will concede to a sprain.  All I know is that it was swollen beyond belief and some of the most beautiful colors I have ever seen.  If it resulted in my autopsy, who would guess that I was carrying a million things down the steps?  Would someone look at my body on the floor and all of the papers scattered and assume I had been surprised by an intruder?  Or would they simply figure out that I had a habit of carrying piles of items all over the place.  I am well known for carrying a bag of paperwork on every trip that never gets touched.

And what about a few weeks ago when I could be seen limping around town.  My knee was swollen and very sore.  What would the conclusion be?  Would someone think that I was incredibly athletic and injured myself in a strenuous game of tennis?  I doubt it.  First of all, I cannot play tennis.  I tried once, but could not manage to keep the tennis ball inside the fence.  I found out that racquet ball courts were more conducive to my style of play.  They would be closer in guessing that it was yet another home injury.  But who besides my kids would know or even believe that I had been standing on the piano bench trying to hang a picture over the piano and as I stepped off the bench, I actually stepped onto my exercise ball and in the course of saving myself from an all our fall, I twisted my knee.

And what about the person who might find me unconscious near my vehicle.  Would the investigation reveal that there had been an attempted car-jacking resulting in my being knocked out?  I doubt it.  More realistically they would find that I had stepped up into the Jeep and imbedded my sunglasses into my skull while severely cracking my head on the door frame.  They would also find my sons in tears, not from sadness, but because they were laughing too hard.

As a result of my escapades, my children now full blown panic whenever I do not answer my phone.  They imagine the craziest and worst scenarios!  I cannot imagine why.  But the really cool part about all of this is that I know that my kids do care about me!  Isn't it nice to be loved?  I am grateful for that blessing every day of my life!  Have a beautiful week and don't forget to count your blessings every day.  They are there!