We all fall down
Jun. 26th, 2003 01:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sraunYesterday evening was entirely too exciting.
Gory details about falling down - but no external bleeding!
The evening's schedule was:
We needed stuff for the Minn-StF Meeting on Saturday, and I needed the makings for the turkey meatloaf for the weekly dinner with Don and Margo tonight.
The wrench in the works happened at #3 - Kick the dogs out. In practice, Chela usually gets carried down the back steps when I put her outside, especially for the 'go out and go to the bathroom when I get home from work and before you get dinner'. I was two steps from the bottom, dog in hand, when my feet went flying forward out from under me. The next thing I know, I'm sitting on the step I just stepped on to, Chela is still in my arms (Yay!), and I HURT!!!!! I stagger inside, breathing heavily. It hurts sufficiently that I can't do much other than kneel on the couch and breathe deeply for about five minutes. (Irene feeds the dogs for me - I am very grateful for that!)
I eat dinner. I can kind of walk around. We actually finish the rest of the items on the evening's schedule - I believe that the walking around was a good thing. When we go to bed, I put a cold pack on the swelling.
In the morning, practically all of left ass cheek is swollen, and about a quarter of it is nicely colored (according to Irene - I haven't had the courage to look in the mirror to see for myself).
Work is being more work than I really like - my reflexes are off, my typo rate is way up, I'm dropping things, I HURT!
Gory details about falling down - but no external bleeding!
The evening's schedule was:
- Leave Work
- Stop at Sam's Club (do you have any idea how easy it is to spend $100 at Sam's Club?)
- Kick the dogs out
- Feed the dogs
- Have dinner
- Go grocery shopping
- Make turkey meatloaf
- Take out the garbage & recycling
We needed stuff for the Minn-StF Meeting on Saturday, and I needed the makings for the turkey meatloaf for the weekly dinner with Don and Margo tonight.
The wrench in the works happened at #3 - Kick the dogs out. In practice, Chela usually gets carried down the back steps when I put her outside, especially for the 'go out and go to the bathroom when I get home from work and before you get dinner'. I was two steps from the bottom, dog in hand, when my feet went flying forward out from under me. The next thing I know, I'm sitting on the step I just stepped on to, Chela is still in my arms (Yay!), and I HURT!!!!! I stagger inside, breathing heavily. It hurts sufficiently that I can't do much other than kneel on the couch and breathe deeply for about five minutes. (Irene feeds the dogs for me - I am very grateful for that!)
I eat dinner. I can kind of walk around. We actually finish the rest of the items on the evening's schedule - I believe that the walking around was a good thing. When we go to bed, I put a cold pack on the swelling.
In the morning, practically all of left ass cheek is swollen, and about a quarter of it is nicely colored (according to Irene - I haven't had the courage to look in the mirror to see for myself).
Work is being more work than I really like - my reflexes are off, my typo rate is way up, I'm dropping things, I HURT!
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Date: 2003-06-26 05:02 pm (UTC)I'll reply to your webspace email from my other address, as the email I sent you on Tuesday clearly didn't arrive - my home email is a little unreliable like that!