Predicaments
I believe I can get myself into more predicaments than, the proverbial "Carter's got pills." I don't know how many pills Carter has or had, but I do know how many situations I can get myself into.
For instance, I am having a problem with my left foot and can barely stand on it or wear a shoe. I don't have to tell you that if you have something sore, everything you do is going to center around whatever it is. Last week I was trying to get a case of water out of my garage, and of course I was barefoot. My foot was hurting and I was trying to protect it. So here I was holding my foot up, bending to pick up the water and, bam! I knock over two or three other things that barely, and I do mean barely, missed my foot! Oooh, if they had hit my foot you probably could have heard me yell from wherever you were at the time.
Later the same day I was trying to vacuum. Well, vacuum cleaners and electrical cords and I have had an ongoing feud ever since I started housekeeping as a young girl. Again, trying to protect my foot, I hobbled to the outlet to plug in the cord and how in the world it happened is beyond me, but that darn cord wrapped itself around everything within its reach! Before I could vacuum I had to pick up a lamp, a small fan, a bottle of water, and I can't remember what else that the monster had entangled in its grip, all barely escaping my foot!
By this time, I'm wondering why I even got out of bed if this was going to be my day. But if nothing else, I do have lots of perseverance, so after vacuuming I limped to the cupboard to find something to cook. You guessed it. Two or three cans of food fell banging to the floor. Of course, when I see the cans falling like dominoes, I start doing a get-out-of-the-way-dance. Oh-my-gosh! The cans didn't get my foot but the dance did!
By this time I am ready to just sit down and rethink my plans for the day. So, I crawl to my rocking-recliner to rock away my pain. I started rocking and I have no clue of what I did, but as I was rocking I somehow hit my foot on the floor very hard and OUCH! I promise I have no idea how this next thing happened, but as I was trying to get to my poor abused foot I got it caught in the chair and the reclining part got my foot! As a Christian lady I keep a clean mouth, but I have to tell you by this time I'm saying "Oh, crap!"
I then drag myself to the bathroom to soak my foot in hot water. Instead of getting in the tub, I sat on the side. You gotta know by this time I'm pretty wobbly. As I reached to turn on the water, I slipped backward and thankfully, the kind commode kept me from falling. But - as I was going backwards, my foot flew up and hit the ever-loving faucet!!
Needless to say, I lost my perseverance and quit for the day and just babied my poor little foot.
See you May 2 in the "KORNER"
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