Dang Lucky
For several years I fell every day and sometimes several times a day. I haven't done that for a while, since having ankle surgery and taking some medication that combats my dizziness.
Thank God for that.
I was having a good time recently helping "B" (definition of "helping" = supervising) remodel his bathroom. Being he was remodeling.....the toilet was not in and being the only bathroom in the house when it was my time to go....I had to do just that, GO. Somewhere else that is. I got into the car and went to the nearest Micky D's. I was careful where I parked, took my keys locked my doors and had cell phone in hand. Shank would have been proud. Since this was the second time to go there to use their facilities, I felt compelled to buy something. I got French fries and a Coke. I deserved a break that day.
As I approached my car I realized I forgot to get my keys out of my pocket and so changed hands with the food and drink and with my left hand used the remote to unlock my doors. That's the last thing I remember before feeling like I had been beaten to death and found myself laying on the concrete with my arms stretched out and halfway under my car laying on top of my fries and coke! Realizing I had fell and being the weirdo I am, was hoping not to have caught the eye of anyone to see my misfortune, all I could think of was to jump up quickly...although I realized then I had hit both of my knees and was regretting that I may have in a quick second undone the surgery I just had done on them both. I honestly didn't know where I was going to muster up the strength to move...let alone get up. But I did. And I quickly looked around and noticed a couple in a truck two over from my car. I then reached into the car to lay down what was still in my hands. I was then going to just get in and leave but my Coke and Fries were all over and I just could not for the life of me leave them.
Yes..weirdo.
As I bent over to clean up the mess I noticed in the window of my car that my fall had been such that my ponytail had came out also. I grabbed my rubber band and pulled it back up and threw away the trash and got into the car as quick as I possibly could, all the while giving a "look" to the couple who were still sitting in their truck watching me. I mean why not just holler out if nothing else..HEY ARE YOU OK OVER THERE?
Anyhow, I wanted to just leave as fast as possible as this is just the sort of thing Shankie worries about when ever I go anywhere alone. And I was going to get myself together if it killed me before I got back to "B's".
Yeah right.
Where were my keys? NOWHERE I tell you. I looked everywhere in the car and they were nowhere to be found. I had them...I used them just before all hell broke loose and I decided to black out, I used them to open the doors. I thought I had put them in the car just before picking up my fries and coke. Yeah they had to be in there. But they were not. OK so they were in my hand so they have to be under the car. That's where my hands were. They weren't. I looked and looked until I was getting fuzzy. It seemed like I had been there for an hour. I already had to pee again. I even thought I may have inadvertently threw them into the trash can and even went over and looked into it and dug out each sack in there...LUCKY for me there was a new bag in and only a few items in it...The people in the drive thru didn't know that tho and I am sure they were thinking all kinds of things...and I just wanted to grab my sack of fries and put one in my mouth just to give them something to talk about.........but I didn't.
But I wanted to.
So I had to call B and Shankie. I could not find those dang keys.
It took a bit but finally Shankie found them. There was a LARGE Truck (I think a Ford F650) next to my car and LUCKY for me too it never left the whole time I was there. Shankie knows how I fall and knew to look up, down and all around. LUCKY for me again. He found them up in the Windshield Wipers of that Truck.
What a nightmare. Just to pee.
I was LUCKY and didn't hurt myself too bad, But my knees are bruised up and cut and my right arm is still killing me. Don't know what I did to make it hurt this bad. Hurts so bad I haven't used the computer much. I really do not know what happened...but that's how it goes when I fall.
I mostly have a bruised ego.
I guess that will be ok too in a few days. I think I deserve another break though......I never did get to eat those French Fries.
Thank God for that.
I was having a good time recently helping "B" (definition of "helping" = supervising) remodel his bathroom. Being he was remodeling.....the toilet was not in and being the only bathroom in the house when it was my time to go....I had to do just that, GO. Somewhere else that is. I got into the car and went to the nearest Micky D's. I was careful where I parked, took my keys locked my doors and had cell phone in hand. Shank would have been proud. Since this was the second time to go there to use their facilities, I felt compelled to buy something. I got French fries and a Coke. I deserved a break that day.
As I approached my car I realized I forgot to get my keys out of my pocket and so changed hands with the food and drink and with my left hand used the remote to unlock my doors. That's the last thing I remember before feeling like I had been beaten to death and found myself laying on the concrete with my arms stretched out and halfway under my car laying on top of my fries and coke! Realizing I had fell and being the weirdo I am, was hoping not to have caught the eye of anyone to see my misfortune, all I could think of was to jump up quickly...although I realized then I had hit both of my knees and was regretting that I may have in a quick second undone the surgery I just had done on them both. I honestly didn't know where I was going to muster up the strength to move...let alone get up. But I did. And I quickly looked around and noticed a couple in a truck two over from my car. I then reached into the car to lay down what was still in my hands. I was then going to just get in and leave but my Coke and Fries were all over and I just could not for the life of me leave them.
Yes..weirdo.
As I bent over to clean up the mess I noticed in the window of my car that my fall had been such that my ponytail had came out also. I grabbed my rubber band and pulled it back up and threw away the trash and got into the car as quick as I possibly could, all the while giving a "look" to the couple who were still sitting in their truck watching me. I mean why not just holler out if nothing else..HEY ARE YOU OK OVER THERE?
Anyhow, I wanted to just leave as fast as possible as this is just the sort of thing Shankie worries about when ever I go anywhere alone. And I was going to get myself together if it killed me before I got back to "B's".
Yeah right.
Where were my keys? NOWHERE I tell you. I looked everywhere in the car and they were nowhere to be found. I had them...I used them just before all hell broke loose and I decided to black out, I used them to open the doors. I thought I had put them in the car just before picking up my fries and coke. Yeah they had to be in there. But they were not. OK so they were in my hand so they have to be under the car. That's where my hands were. They weren't. I looked and looked until I was getting fuzzy. It seemed like I had been there for an hour. I already had to pee again. I even thought I may have inadvertently threw them into the trash can and even went over and looked into it and dug out each sack in there...LUCKY for me there was a new bag in and only a few items in it...The people in the drive thru didn't know that tho and I am sure they were thinking all kinds of things...and I just wanted to grab my sack of fries and put one in my mouth just to give them something to talk about.........but I didn't.
But I wanted to.
So I had to call B and Shankie. I could not find those dang keys.
It took a bit but finally Shankie found them. There was a LARGE Truck (I think a Ford F650) next to my car and LUCKY for me too it never left the whole time I was there. Shankie knows how I fall and knew to look up, down and all around. LUCKY for me again. He found them up in the Windshield Wipers of that Truck.
What a nightmare. Just to pee.
I was LUCKY and didn't hurt myself too bad, But my knees are bruised up and cut and my right arm is still killing me. Don't know what I did to make it hurt this bad. Hurts so bad I haven't used the computer much. I really do not know what happened...but that's how it goes when I fall.
I mostly have a bruised ego.
I guess that will be ok too in a few days. I think I deserve another break though......I never did get to eat those French Fries.
posted by dona at 1/14/2008
3 Comments:
Next time, we will be take care of you :-)
Awww, I hope you are okay. Last time I ended up on my back it was due to slipping on an icy sidewalk. Upright one minute, and down the next. Back hurt for days after...Take care of yourself!!!!!
so sorry, sweets. You told me you fell, but I sure got the "extra short" story. Hope you are feeling better now!
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