There are a couple-three tile-covered steps leading from the kitchen to the landing at the top of the basement stairs at Roseholme Cottage. In the process of closing the door behind me most ricky-tick so that Huck would not go explore the basement, I fell down them this morning.
There was the thumping and banging and then the subsequent keening and whimpering, which not only served as well as a closed door for keeping Huck away from the basement, but also brought Bobbi on the run, no doubt expecting to find a seriously busted-up roomie, given all the auditory drama.
As it is, I did not actually impale my right shoulder blade on the handle for the back door while falling past it, as I had initially feared, and Roomie says the scrape isn't even bleeding, and nothing appears broken, so tally-ho.
Pain come later. About 1 day out bed will be hard to leave.
ReplyDeleteOuch, and yeah, tomorrow is NOT going to be a lot of fun. Motrin and if necessary follow up with the doc. Glad it was not worse!
ReplyDeleteNothing like a dramatic entrance (exit ?) to spice up a day :-)
ReplyDeleteAll's (somewhat) well that ends without an ER.
But OUCH!
Gravity Sucks.
ReplyDeleteCough, cough, klutz, cough, cough.
ReplyDeleteGravity: It is the law!
Gerry
On the bright side, it's less embarrassing than falling up the stairs. Not that I doubt your skills at embarrassment...
ReplyDeleteExperience is a thing you don't get until just after you need it.
ReplyDeletegvi
I've found that jumping up and yelling "Live from New York, it's Saturday night!" helps with the post fall stress.
ReplyDeleteDid that down the stairs here last week..fortunately, I came down on my butt, and the stairs are carpeted...but I hurt my wrist and scuffed up my arm. Not fun!
ReplyDeleteIIRC,you have done the same thing before.Do you need a railing or better treads on those steps?
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Yeah, as long as there's no arterial bleeding and everything is still more or less attached the way God put it there to begin with, yer good. Moutrin, Advil, Scotch...all are good (just not all three at the same time)!
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ReplyDelete"IIRC,you have done the same thing before."
Never fallen on those steps before. Don't think I've fallen down at all since I moved here, except for the icy metal U-Haul ramp when I was unloading the truck.
Those steps *suck.* There have to be three steps and there's not room for three full-depth steps; one is wisest to take them sideways.
ReplyDeleteTam, I don't think you realize how vital you are to the movement. Please be careful.
ReplyDeleteBig difference between dogs and cats right there. A dog would have been all over you going "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry Are you all right I'm so sorry!"
ReplyDeleteThe cat stays upstairs saying "That wasn't me! I didn't do it, and nobody can prove otherwise!"
You young folks will heal fast. POA(plain old aspirin) for actual site of insult. In an upcoming episode, Huck explores basement, finds it full of lions/squirtguns.
ReplyDeletehttp://mobilegratuit.fr/sonneriemp3/Lion.mp3
WV:locoyme-so, which one is not me?
Glad you're OK, more or less. Be careful.
ReplyDeleteFor pain, I use Jim Beam Black.
Maybe it's time to replace the stairs with a foam padded ramp, or something.
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing how we can get away with stair falls sometimes.
ReplyDeleteSeveral years ago we had one of those type of Southern snowstorms where the roads are warm enough to stay clear but it accumulates everywhere else.
We went to a friend's house to visit and then I went outside to video with the camcorder I'd borrowed from my mother.
I managed to slip and fall down his snow covered concrete back steps and drop the camera.
I got up amazed I was mostly unhurt as was the camera.
To make matters worse I did it again not 10 minutes later.
I was most thankful to have not damaged the camera and that no one saw me.
I was in my 20s then. I figure that sort of adventure today would have me laid up for awhile.
There is no pain quite like the betrayal of one's home against its residents. I've a bedroom doorframe that has rebroken my not-inconsiderable pinky toe once, and wrenched it other times, always just at bedtime, when I'm just ready to toddle off for a nice sl... POW!
ReplyDeleteBonus for rousing the housemate (in my case, my sleeping wife).
May your pain be brief, and the bruises only to satisfaction. (Am I the only one annoyed by the lack of significant temporary visible evidence of an injury that caused significant pain?)
Please be careful! I have some steps at work that were designed my the devil or Ortho-Carolina. I'm not sure which.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad your not seriously hurt. Please take care.
ReplyDeleteOw! indeed! Glad you're OK!
ReplyDeleteI had similar misfortunes today myself. None involving stairs fortunately. Though i will add that safety glasses are the very best of power tool accessories...
I blame it on the calendar!
" I fell down them"
ReplyDeleteHas your electric scooter from the Scooter Store arrived yet? Isn't it great how many people can benefit from a Free! scooter? As long as your tax dollars are at work, anyway. . .
As for the fall? Ouch. Feel better soon.
Mr. Skubinna, I can put the lie to that "dog/cat" business rikky-tik.
ReplyDeleteThe South isn't the only place subject to the kind of snow Steve J describes. Probably two years ago, when we had really good snow that year and after we'd had our dog Sam long enough for him to be completely socialized and "part of the family" (note: Dogs have families - Cats have staff), I took Sam out to answer Nature's call, which for him involves a thorough investigation of what dogs have left "communication" for him in the area.
Any dog owner will tell you that ODP (Other Dogs' Pee), more so than barking, butt-sniffing, and hackle-raising, is the primary mode by which our canine friends interact with each other. Its detection and decipherment are all-consuming as relates to a dog's attention.
I did the exact same slip-and-fall as Steve J on the walk which joins my front porch with the sidewalk on the west side of Chez GVI. I fell in such a way that I was momentarily completely unable to get upright - feet up on the snow beside the walk, arms deep on the opposite bank of snow. Upon recovering my bearings, lying there, I realized that I had landed such that I was two skinny inches away from dashing my head against the very corner of my porch's concrete step.
You know that old "B" movie about the Yukon - the one where the prospector falls through a crack in the ice, and his faithful dog rushes over, assesses the scene, crawls to the edge, pulls him out and stays curled up beside him until his hypothermia subsides?
Yeah...my dog Sam's never seen that movie either.
I finally look up and there's Sam, as engrossed in ODP as he was before I fell. He looked up precisely once as if to ask, "Still there?" then went right back to sniffing.
"Man's Best Friend" my ass! I recall myself saying.
In all other respects Sam is an amazing dog; loyal, faithful, well-behaved and good company. Just don't let him find out another dog's peed in the area.
gvi
WV: FAOKnou as in: Is my dog going to come see if I'm okay after nearly caving my own skull in? FAOKnou!
I'll second the suggestion of a ramp over the steps. Might not meet code, though. Which way does the door swing, and could you put a spring hinge on it, to keep from being discombobulated from moving it while navigating?
ReplyDeleteWell, Ma'am, I do still love you, at least in an obligatory Christian manner, so I'm happy that you are mostly OK.
ReplyDeleteBe more careful with yourself.
ReplyDeleteHey, any accident that does not need a visit to the ER and stitches is acceptable experience in my book. Take care,though.
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