“Accidents will happen in the best regulated families.”
It rained all night, but it was so warm I left the window opened in my bedroom. Today is dreary. The leaves hanging over the deck are mostly brown now and are barely clinging to the branches. The deck is covered in leaves and pine needles. It looks deserted. I miss my deck.
I haven’t heard from my computer man. That is not a good sign.
Rainy days make me want to curl up on the couch with a good book and read the day away, but I have a few errands, nothing big, and a few house chores, also not so big. I grouse a bit but don’t really mind getting dressed and going out because I get to ride around in my new car. The old car is in the driveway and still hasn’t been cleared out, but I’m hoping tomorrow will be a nicer day.
I have broken three bones in my life. One was my wrist when I was around four. It broke when I was jumping off the fence backwards and braced myself on the ground. The judges would have taken off points for a bad landing, but I was quite proud of that cast. The next was my cheekbone broken one early morning when I fell down the stairs. It was the least of my injuries. I don’t remember falling. I cleaned up, changed, called my friend to tell her about my injury then went back to bed. I have no memory of any of the rest of that either. The last was a fractured shoulder when I fell off the ladder while I was window washing. I also don’t remember that. I just remember waking up in the lemon verbena and going inside to use one arm to finish the window. My sisters claim that all these injuries just prove I’m my father’s daughter, but I disagreed in part. His injuries came from every day sorts of mishaps: the sawing himself out of the tree, catching his thumb with his fishing hook, slightly electrifying himself while putting up lights and cutting his fingers on a fan blade. Mine are a bit more dramatic and happen far less often. At least that’s what I kept telling myself.
Yesterday I caught my finger with a staple while I was putting up my inside Thanksgiving lights. It was most decidedly something my father would have done.
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November 5, 2010 at 11:48 am
I have broken my arm once when I was six years old. I jumped from a swing and hit an iron bar fence. Broke is not enough actually, everything got smashed. All the tendons could be found up in my shoulder, the artery leaked from several places and I had no feeling in my arm for six months 🙂 🙂 🙂 It took over eight hours to put together everything again 🙂
Otherwise I´m a small injury man. Like cutting my fingers with knives or slipping and strain my ankles.
It has been a fantastic day over here, sunshine and warm weather and almost no winds. I´ve been to the vet with Hector and it seems he has a small growth of bone in his elbow. Looks easy enough to remove anyway.
Have a great day now!
Christer.
November 5, 2010 at 10:01 pm
Christer,
That is far worse than all my breaks put together. I prefer small injuries.
I hope all will be well for Hector!
November 5, 2010 at 3:33 pm
The last cut with a chain saw changed an entire afternoon for me. Never, EVER, use a chainsaw small enough to operate with one hand. Remember the old expression ” The right hand doesn’t know what the left hand is doing”? Well, I can attest to it’s truth.
No permanent damage. I can’t play the banjo with any degree of expertise, but I couldn’t before the event either.
God will protect the stupid. God will protect the careless. But, when you’re both stupid and careless at the same time, you’re on your own.
November 5, 2010 at 10:04 pm
John,
The last thing I’d ever touch would be power tools of any sort. I know I’d be putting myself in peril. I’m glad there was no permanent damage.
I have been there: stupid and careless.
November 5, 2010 at 6:03 pm
Yup. I’m thinking the sisters got it right. We do have mishaps. I don’t remember falling until later in life. Bumping into door jams is a favorite of mine. I just assume it’s my clumpsy self training for the big event which puts me in hospital. I’ve seen enough hospitals in my life and would rather just sulk with pain pills at home. Good post today Kat.
November 5, 2010 at 10:06 pm
Z&Me,
I contend they were too far apart in years to be genetic.
Stairs are my bête noire.
November 5, 2010 at 6:17 pm
Cheers
November 5, 2010 at 10:16 pm
Minicapt,
Some of those were so painful to watch I can’t imagine how much the injuries hurt.
November 5, 2010 at 6:29 pm
Ordinarily I manage to get myself out of potentially harmful situations by maneuvering around with the grace of a young elephant. I have been concussed a couple of times from falling out of trees or being stomped on by a frightened horse. I’ve had fingers and toes broken, also by horses. The dumbest injury was stapling myself in the thigh with a heavy duty staple because I leaned on the staple gun while it was resting on my leg and it fired.
November 5, 2010 at 10:18 pm
Hi Caryn,
Okay, I apologize. I’m sorry but I got a little chuckle from your staple gun injury. I’m sure it was painful, but it was just the circumstances.
November 6, 2010 at 12:30 pm
No apology needed. I laughed at me, too. After I was done swearing, of course.
Fortunately, I had tom cats so I was an expert at treating puncture wounds.