"I ran out of gas. I had a flat tire. I didn't have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn't come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out of town. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake! A terrible flood! Locusts! It wasn't my fault, I swear to god!"

Sheepishly dragging myself back to the blog this morning. It's been quite a month (closer to two!) since last we spoke. Divorce is final, and I spent the weekend in weepy self-pity, with my head in the fridge or curled up in my bed. Then I started getting my name changed back to my maiden name on accounts and started feeling much better. Since then, I've not looked back. It's full forward mode from here!

Then I had to start my youngest son at home school. Wow, that sure takes up a lot of my time every day! Had to hire a housekeeper to come in twice a month, and somehow we try to stay on top of tidying the house and doing laundry and dishes and cooking the rest of the time. Plus still caring for my parents' urgent needs of the moment ("Can you come now to watch me throw up and have pity on me?")

And then I was in a car accident two weeks ago. Car was rear-ended at a stop light. Car is all fixed now. (I love Geico! A completely painless process.) But my left arm is in a brace. I rammed my arm into the steering wheel on impact. Nothing broken, but definitely have tendonitis. I didn't feel it for a couple of days, so I went back to the rowing machine, but that only exacerbated the problem and I've had a brace on ever since. Doctor says three to six weeks of rest for the left arm. No rowing, or weights.

And finally, I've been sick for the last week. Heavy coughing from an upper respiratory infection. My ribcage aches, my head hurts, and now I have to use incontinence pads. And that last one is the most humiliating for me.

I went to my new doctor the day after the car accident and got a physical. She really wants to put me on Metformin. With a complete lack of weight loss, even while cutting calories and exercising, she's thinking my type 2 diabetes is getting a firmer hold on me. Stress has a big effect on insulin resistance, and the last two years haven't helped me with that at all. Going in for new blood tests on Monday to see what my A1c is now.

That was the winter of my discontent. The sun is finally out today, and the forecast is for clear, sunny skies for the next ten days. Time to put my shoulder to the stone again.