I'm one of those ladies.
I know.
Who would have thought it would get to this ?
This meowning I'm achy and bruised.
Swelling is down so I won't have to go get my arm checked.
Just sore with very colorful bruises.
Nothing like landing on the garage cement floor
and scraping your back and arm against
the foot thingy on your car.
(while getting out of the car, my foot slid and I went
down on the floor sliding my back and arm
against the car door and step thingy)
I sat on the floor and thought for that moment.
Is anything broken ?
Nope.
Lucky me.
Can I get up ?
Yes, but damn that arm and back hurt.
Put an ice pack on my arm.
(you wouldn't want to see what it looks like)
Poured myself a brandy.
(thought it was a rum but my glasses were
way over in the kitchen and I was on the couch
hurting all over ... thus the brandy over diet coke.)
After two brandies, I wasn't hurting so much.
Only the arm was blown up ... egg sized.
Went to bed with my purrballs and dog.
This meowning my arm is better.
No running ... laugh if you will ...
walking slowly is what I meant,
to the local health clinic.
Nope, my arm isn't the horror movie scene anymore.
Just bruised and slightly swollen.
My back still hurts though.
I feel like I was beaten up
by a car and a cement floor.
Oh, I was.
Nothing like slipping
on the foot thingy on your car
while getting out of it.
Nope ... nothing like it.
Cross that one off my list of things to experience.
Old lady on the floor.
Check ...
~ JC ~
