Tuesday, April 22, 2008
It seems that I am being bombarded with request (hi, Raven ;) ) for a new post. I will, therefore, tell you about something completely inane, since for the most part that's what I do around here. Yesterday, I slipped in the shower. I had just cleaned it, and as I got in I mentally reminded myself that it was gonna be slick in there. Did myself remember this sage advice? No. I caught hold of the washcloth rack as I was going down, so that instead of cracking my skull on the side of the tub, the end result I imagine looking like one of those "death spirals" that they do on Dancing With The Stars, except without the fancy dress. And the gracefulness. There was none of that, either. Now I have this large bruise on my...hip. Yeah, my hip. Normally that wouldn't bother me. I get bruises all the time, most of which I have no idea how I got them. But this one I have to sit on all day at work, which is already a pain in my...hip. Ah, well. Such is life when one is a rare, delicate flower such as myself...
Thanks for the post. I'm sorry that you hurt yourself, but your story did make me smile - mainly because I am remembering many of my own clumsy escapades!
Raven: I had to smile myself--and really, it doesn't hurt that bad. I got mead for you all to try on Thursday!
Cari: Don't think the broken hip thing didn't cross my mind! :) That's what landed my great-grandma in the nursing home, in a bathroom accident, if I remember correctly... And seriously, no one wants to see video of me in the shower, falling or not!
JohnG: I'm fine really, it was only a flesh wound! :)
video of you falling in what one can only assume was hilarious in "hind"sight? I can think of a dozen or so Casa-girls right here in Richmond who would drop everything to see it!!
Sorry to hear but when this kind of thing happens to me I'm usually glad it didn't turn out worse... slipping in the shower is not to be taken lightly, not at all.
Now I will go and giggle about your story for the rest of the morning ;)
I HATE slipping in the shower. It's only happened to me once (so far) but it's scary. There's just no way to stop yourself, what with all the slipperyness, and you just know you're going to end up whacking some body part that won't react well to whacking on one of the conveniently closely located HARD surfaces...
But I'll bet it looks pretty funny when you're not the slippee.
Dawn: I'm all better now, thanks. 15C, huh? That's like a heat wave for you all, isn't it? ;) Are your icebergs all melted? (No, folks, that's not a euphemism--she really has icebergs nearby...)