Falling Down
I used to fall down quite a lot. These days the accidents are fewer and further between but they seem a lot worse.
Yesterday I was taking a couple of bones outside for the dogs and slipped on the doorstep. You know those seconds that seem like hours? It was one of those moments. As my feet went from under me many things went through my mind. First, of course, was 'this is going to hurt'. Second was 'I hope I don't land on the dogs'. Thinking back on it now, it probably would have hurt less if I'd landed on at least one of the dogs, they'd be much softer then the concrete. As it was I managed to land on my hip on the edge of one of the steps, my elbow on the other, and dig myself in the shoulder with one of the canon bones I was holding.
Yesterday the pain was sharp and stinging, today it's a dull ache from my hip to my shoulder that hurts constantly. At least I know that it will go away soon.
Life has been pretty ho-hum around here lately. Dad keeps ringing for the gossip but it usually ends up that he has a lot more to tell me about the people I live near then I have to tell him. The boy is happy though. A couple of weeks ago a new family moved into a house over the road and they have a six year old son as well. The boy seems to think that because he is so close, he can go over and visit him whenever he wants. He can't, but they do spend an awful lot of time together. This new boy is my sons first good male friend, all his other friends are girls and I've noticed that the girls are spending a lot more time together doing girly stuff.
My car got hit twice in carparks last week. Not bad hits, just taps, but it got me paranoid about my driving. Once, it's definately the other persons fault, but twice?
It's still the other persons fault.
Coming home from town the other day a car going in the opposite direction spun out in front of me at about 120km/h in the pouring rain. It managed to cross all four lanes without hitting anyone else before plowing into the trees lining the road backwards and coming to a stop. I didn't even have time to brake. Amazingly, the woman driver was able to get out of the car and walk away. I stopped long enough to see that, but as several other cars had also stopped, that was all the help I gave. I came home and drunk half a bottle of wine to calm my nerves.
Yesterday I was taking a couple of bones outside for the dogs and slipped on the doorstep. You know those seconds that seem like hours? It was one of those moments. As my feet went from under me many things went through my mind. First, of course, was 'this is going to hurt'. Second was 'I hope I don't land on the dogs'. Thinking back on it now, it probably would have hurt less if I'd landed on at least one of the dogs, they'd be much softer then the concrete. As it was I managed to land on my hip on the edge of one of the steps, my elbow on the other, and dig myself in the shoulder with one of the canon bones I was holding.
Yesterday the pain was sharp and stinging, today it's a dull ache from my hip to my shoulder that hurts constantly. At least I know that it will go away soon.
Life has been pretty ho-hum around here lately. Dad keeps ringing for the gossip but it usually ends up that he has a lot more to tell me about the people I live near then I have to tell him. The boy is happy though. A couple of weeks ago a new family moved into a house over the road and they have a six year old son as well. The boy seems to think that because he is so close, he can go over and visit him whenever he wants. He can't, but they do spend an awful lot of time together. This new boy is my sons first good male friend, all his other friends are girls and I've noticed that the girls are spending a lot more time together doing girly stuff.
My car got hit twice in carparks last week. Not bad hits, just taps, but it got me paranoid about my driving. Once, it's definately the other persons fault, but twice?
It's still the other persons fault.
Coming home from town the other day a car going in the opposite direction spun out in front of me at about 120km/h in the pouring rain. It managed to cross all four lanes without hitting anyone else before plowing into the trees lining the road backwards and coming to a stop. I didn't even have time to brake. Amazingly, the woman driver was able to get out of the car and walk away. I stopped long enough to see that, but as several other cars had also stopped, that was all the help I gave. I came home and drunk half a bottle of wine to calm my nerves.
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