Tripping Down the Stairs

[judifilksign]

I tripped hard down a short set of stairs today.  My left foot hurts, (but does not feel extra injured, and range of motion is fine), my right knee hurts, my right elbow and right ribs hurt, and I whacked my head but good.

I ended missing my daughter's pediatric appointment because they wanted to be certain I was not concussed.  (I am a bit sore, but otherwise fine.  My bruises I can feel, but they haven't popped yet.)  My darling husband handled the appointment on his own, and well.  I'm still annoyed because I just grok what the doctor says better when I hear it myself.

I took a soothing bath, cut short by a thunderstorm.  I tend not to stay in showers or baths during storms.  I worry about lightning through old copper pipes in the house, and the inconvenience of scrambling out in case of tornado sirens.  Almost as if I were precognitive...

I put on my Boot of Doom and PJs.  And, a good thing, too.  We have been tripping up and down the basement steps three or four times tonight as the county tornado siren goes off.  Irish was really unhappy, (He's at the age where he's old enough to have grokked the danger, and young enough to emotionally feel a direct line between him and every possible tornado ) and Dino discovered he really needed to go to the bathroom.  Sparkle kept telling me Irish was scared and that Dino had to go potty.  Okay, so she is now noticing the obvious needs of others, at least.  I think she was confused why we didn't DO something about it more, so she kept letting us know.  "But MAMA.  Alex has gots to GO POTTY."  She liked being in the basement, though, an area usually off-limits to her.  She didn't mention Furnace the Dragon this time.  DH was mildly less than thrilled about me directing folks to tidy while we were down there, but I think he's come to expect such things from me, and took it very much in stride.  (Hey, it's a coping skill for me - distract myself with something "normal" and petty, and the kids will settle even as I do.)  And now my hanging laundry is upstairs, and I have two empty baskets.

DH was able to ascertain that the torquing clouds were across the county from us each time, but we still practiced our safety drill.  I felt every sore muscle from earlier today with each step, and clomped like Frankenstein in my Boot of Doom.  It's been a while since the last alarm, so I'm hoping bedtime is in my future soon.

The stupid kitchen air conditioner has a ringing sound that rises and falls that is alarmingly like the tornado siren, and I keep straining to try and tell the difference.  So annoying.  But Sparkle keeps touching the angry thought cloud that looks like a tornado for our Pigeon book window gels, and saying "tornado."  That is seriously cute.

Comments

[mewsrissicat.livejournal.com]

Thank goodness that you weren't hurt worse... but YEESH! ((HUG))

Becarefulbecarefulbecareful!

[judifilksign.livejournal.com]

I yanked my hurt foot up and away even as I fell. No WAY was it going to take any more abuse - and I think this ploy worked as far as the pre-injured foot was concerned.

And I think the rest of me is pretty much just wrenched and bruised, like being in a fender-bender. Time for the anti-inflammatories.

[needlewomyn.livejournal.com]

Yikes! The clouds and wind and rain was pretty dramatic here, too.

[judifilksign.livejournal.com]

Water on the floor in our basement, too, cascading down the outdoor basement steps in a lovely *looking* waterfall, and under the door like a stream at the bottom into the house.

[needlewomyn.livejournal.com]

Yuck!

[smoooom.livejournal.com]

Ouch. I gotta say this though, I used to think I was the only one who did stuff like that. I'm glad I'm not alone. Not that I'm glad you hurt your self. Does that make any sense at all. I feel like I'm in good company at least.

[judifilksign.livejournal.com]

Clods of the world, know ye are not alone as long as I have not yet killed myself through random clumsiness!