Creeping Through The Cellar Door (none_too_subtle) wrote,
Creeping Through The Cellar Door
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Bury me at Wounded Knee

(s) While attempting to take apart my ceiling fan in an effort to put the cord back in, I suddenly remembered why I told Adele to use the step-ladder. BOOM. Fell flat out off of a bar stool. Er...I'm pretty sure I've destroyed (completely) my right knee, my right ankle is sprained, and there's the possibility of a fracture on top of my foot. The left leg LOOKS worse (since the fall left a HUGE scrape from my knee to my ankle) but isn't.



So what's another $6 gonna do?
No more surgery, even after today's little romp with the ceiling fan. What struck me as unusual was the fact that although I incurred this much damage inside and out, I felt very little pain (or was unaffected by it). While driving to the bank with both wounded legs, I casually remarked to Adele that 'normal people' would've probably been in the E.R. after that fall. It scared HER into the hiccups when it happened (she heard it, and flew to my room to see what was up). I feel no pain most of the time. And when I DO, it's SO SEVERE that I should probably check myself into the crappy victor alpha's E.R., even if it does take them a year to get to us.

My right foot continues to swell, and I can't wear a shoe now. GREAT. LOVELY. FINEEEEEE. I didn't get up until I assessed the damage done, so I feel I'm probably 90% on target with my injuries. That very large anterior cruciate which was successfully replaced a few years' ago is now snapped in two. And right now, the back of my knee, between those tendons, is terribly inflamed and hurts like a mofo. Wait...and how exactly, am I supposed to get any work done while sitting?! Cannot, and am supposed to be on bed rest anyway.

Went to the bank, and the cute guy was my teller :-D He always throws in tons of candy/pens/whatever-AmSouth's-giving-away into my tube. Heh. Was kinda funny. If my legs hadn't been so injured, I probably would've flirted back. Because in my ear the WHOLE TIME was Adele, saying:

"MOM! THAT GUY IS FLIRTING WITH YOU!"


NOOOOOOO YOU THINK? WHY DON'T YOU SAY IT LOUDER, SO HE CAN HEAR AND BE JUST AS EMBARRASSED AS *I* AM?

ACK. Children!

Back at the 'stead
I walked into her room, and there are art note-books and cute boxes emptied all over her floor. GOODY. I anticipate the fallout/cleanup when she leaves to be with her dad Thursday. Last night, I did manage to get a lot of things taken care of/nested before going to sleep. Er, tonight, I'm not real optimistic, as both legs and that fargin' foot keep reminding me that something horrible happened. Yay.

She's had lunch, and I've decided -- due to my UBER THIN blood -- that we can do WITHOUT THE AIR during the day. Gah. She can at LEAST let me enjoy comfort while I work. A little sweat never killed anyone (that I'm aware of, anyhoo). And since I'm not getting anything done here, yeah...that's my cue...


ScoooooooooooooooooooT.
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