We’ve got ton ‘o things to do today. Yesterday’s real good skate produced of all things, a very sore shin. Unused muscles, not an impact: you kind of lean into your boot-front, and I leaned . Now I have Salonpas patches from my knee to my ankle in a nice row, and an elastic bandage. And a dinged-up hand. Jane ordered a bunch of small things from Collections, meaning flat-pack little stands for setting things on, like computers, etc, to avoid having Efanor the Neutron Cat landing on the closed lid of another computer (wince)–
Well, the postman, who doesn’t like delivering large heavy unbalanced boxes, left it in the flowerbed again; and I spotted and and went down to get it, first because he’d set it on one our baby spruce trees, and secondly because it was wet mulch under it; and of course it had come mostly untaped. I SHOULD have opened it and carried the heavy little packages up and put them on the porch, but no, I’m a stubborn idiot. I grabbed one of the flaps of the unfolding box and attempted to pull it up the 3 steps to the top of the porch.
Mistake. This company, which deals a lot with the Orient, uses rice-paper boxes. As I hauled it over the rim of the third step, the whole flap ripped off without warning, my hand recoiled upward into the mailbox magazine rack-thingie, and the whole box fell down three steps, upending and spilling the boxes inside. I thought I’d broken my hand: the mailbox rack is severely bent, and I’m shaking my hand, swearing and yelling for Jane—who was peacefully working inside.
We got the thing in box at a time, and my hand was not broken, but it’s going to have a spectacular mouse: the rack thingie hit between thumb and bone of the forefinger, nice soft spot, and it’s going to go through colors, but no damage done, no hindrance to my typing.
Today we help out OSG’s friend Jill, who’s coming in for Nationals, and get done all the belated mailing and stuff. We’re not going in to skate today—for one thing, my sore foot; and for another, no locker room. And third, we’ve got so much to do.
Expect lots of sympathy from Lynn. Now, put Jane in padded gloves.
😆 comes in threes, eh? I’ll warn her!
Efanor the Neutron Cat! Perfect! Brings back very painful memories of my beloved, mostly Maine Coon (partly anvil) cat who loved leaping from the floor directly onto my sleeping body in bed, landing thereby on my chest or stomach to demand his breakfast. Felt like the little bastard was wearing six-inch spiked heels on all four paws. He was 15 pounds easy on a lean frame and had the daintiest, most high-pitched meow I’ve ever heard from a cat.
Ah, painful memories! Back when I was 14, I had been home for about 5 days after having had my appendix out (ruptured, for good measure–the appy, that is! 😉 ), when my little brother walked near my bed whilst carrying Chia, our 10-pound blue-point Siamese. She jumped out of his arms–and landed on my stomach. Friends, I was sure I was going to die–I was afraid to look, I was pretty well convinced she had blown open the sutures. Luckily, no. But I made sure she stayed away from me for about 2 weeks, hard lines, indeed, for a loving, affectionate kitty who didn’t understand why she couldn’t join me.
What We do for love. The dumpster duo have decided that my laptop keyboard is the comfiest place to sit…..bad enough if I get up to pour a cup of tea…..but now they try to push my hands out of the way…..there has been an exchange of words…..I’m now looking for some sort of basket I put over the whole thing…..sturdy but ventilated…cannot do my usual discipline with spray bottle as computers and water do not mix. 🙁
Sorry to hear about your hand, CJ……..but glad it’s just bruised…I think hands and feet are the worst to injure….padding/protection might be the word of the day! 😆
Ooooo,owie!! Just imagining it hurts! Tomorrow may
be a bit different for typing.
I collect cats where ever I happen to be and my very slanted stand saves the laptop(so far)from 19lb.Juice(he’s not fat)who also has pile drivers instead of the normal issue paws.
Please,please be careful Jane,clearly hands are in danger.
My first day home from the hospital this past October, I’m lying on the bed with the ice pad around my knee, the foot elevated, and trying to stay warm, as well as be comfortable, even though I’m sweating like crazy from the effects of the painkillers. Sydney decides that she’s going to jump down off the bed, but instead of jumping off from the side she’s on, she had to jump over my left leg, onto my right leg, and thence to the floor. She managed to land right on the knee, which, wrapped in bandages, was protected from her claws, but not from her weight and the momentum of her descent.
CJ, you need to stop making your life so stressful. I know, easier said than done. I have several pair of reading glasses scattered about the house, but even so, I still have problems when I can’t find the pair I need. I’d say if you can take the time, after the color sets in on your hand, hot compresses to help move the blood out of the tissues. of course, OSG might say I’m full of old-school home medicine, and she’d be right!
Ow, Joe!
I’m going to end up with about a 2″x2″ mouse, but only one point of it is really sore…yep, OSG is behind alternate heat and ice, 20 min rotation.