Wednesday, November 7, 2012

HITTING THE BRICKS




Since my eyes fly open at 5:00 a.m. every morning, on my day off, its an opportunity to laze around in bed doing suduko with I love Lucy playing in the background. I'm really not much of a Lucy fan.  It bothers me that they joke so much about Ricky hitting Lucy like that is normal and sometimes deserved. However, it is not news or one of the annoying entertainment talk news shows.  I have trained my ears to close when Lucy cries and focus on the puzzle.

I was sipping my fresh ground chocolate almond coffee with white chocolate creamer when Roxy came up and began to tap dance. There is only one thing that makes my dog tap dance. I swung my feet over the side of the bed and into the man's flop feet, since mine were no where in sight.  A dancing dog really needs to get a move on.  With my bed crazed hair and my light weight night shirt, I scuffed off to the sliding door.

I considered the idea of letting her go out without a leash. We have a fenced yard. But someone chewed a giant RAT hole in the side of it and went off for a frisky time in the neighborhood.  The giant RAT hole is not yet repaired and the RAT must be accompanied until the hole is fixed.  So I set down my coffee cup and clipped on her retractable leash.  Picking up my cup as I slid the door open, I caught a slight glimpse of the hair raising on her spine and heard the sound of a fishing rod casting.

There are two wide steps down to patio floored with concrete and aggregate squares.  However I have no recollection of stepping on either of them.  In fact, it seemed as if I flew through two set up sawhorses topped by a board into the center of our rather good sized patio... where I skidded to a stop on two knees and one elbow for landing gear.  I dropped and lay like a lump of oatmeal.

The sound of clicking toenails made me look up from the glued together pebbles.  Roxy had her ears up.  "What are you doing down there mom?" seemed to be the question on her smiling face.  She wiggled happily and proceeded to wiggle about the cat she had chased away.  The world and I were safe now and she was a hero. Happy days!

I think the worst part of it all was that getting up required getting to my knees.  If I had been thinking of anything besides swear words, I might have saved myself some drama by rolling to a smooth concrete square instead of the aggregate one that tortured me. But the swearing in my head was way too loud for thought. Shaking arms pushed me up and I gripped the outdoor kitchen cabinet and hauled myself to my feet.

Roxy stood before me, no longer wiggling.  Mom just did not look like a happy camper. Her tail stopped mid-wag. She cautiously approached me, dragging the retractable leash behind her like a pull toy. She looked at me, then at my grated knees.  I was not fast enough to stop her tongue from shooting out and giving on a good hard lick!  She meant well.

I took ginger steps to the front door.  Outside I watched the man get out of his truck. He walked in the door and stared at my knees.  I handed him the leash and said "Roxy needs to do her business." before I shuffled off to pick the grit and leaf bits out of my wounds.

I still don't know where my coffee cup landed.  I don't really care. Two days later now, my knees are still stiff and swollen, with beautiful colors and various lumps beneath the skin. I will certainly live to take another face plant another day.

But you know, there is always a silver lining under these events.  The man felt very sorry for me. He set me up on the sofa with a footstool and put a bag of corn on one knee and a bag of peas on the other.  He made me new coffee and kept giving me refills. Later he made us a meal of a variety of appetizers and a frosty margarita for medicinal purposes.  I had a day off that began with my usual laze in bed for a few hours into a day of total lazing... with a servant.  Kind of a harsh price, but as an after thought, not bad at all.

11 comments:

  1. ouch! rough way to start the day off but glad you got taken care of with love in the end.

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  2. Yikes, I'm so sorry to hear that! Sounds very painful.

    And where in the world have you been?

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    1. To be honest, I have mostly been asleep. Or at work. I come home and sit down and go out like a light. My job is pretty physical. Lots of lifting. Good for my arms but tiring in a good way. Thank you for wondering.=:]

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  3. ouch! at our age these bumps take a long time to heal. the swearing isn't limited to inside my head when these things happen to me.

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    1. I just lay there at first wondering what I broke. I have not yet broken a bone (except for the toe I cut off) but the older I get, the more that seems likely.
      I do heal more slowly. And I did swear out loud once I got control of my initial pain response.

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  4. Ouch! The tender loving care surely made the pain easier to take.

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    1. Oh Cube! Thank you for checking in on me and for the Halloween wishes. You are the best!
      Randy is very good at the loving care part. I got a kick out of the appetizer meal and the service. Its nice to be loved. Very nice.

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  5. I think hurting your knees is probably the worst part of your body that you can hurt. You need them for just about everything you do so any kind of scrape or bruise feels 10X worse.

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  6. Oh my goodness! I know Roxy meant no harm, but that darn dog :) I'm so glad the man took such good care of you. So wonderful to see you here...

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  7. Crazy animals! I liked that you were served a medicinal margarita, though. :) I hope your knees are on the mend!

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