I Go Boom

[copied from dland]

Yes, I fell ... again! But nothing serious, really. Let me recap.

I did a bit of food shopping on the way home from school, anticipating K around 5. (She had an interview or something to do for her graduate class.) When I got home, there was a message from her that in fact her thingy was going on until 6. Knowing that I had to go to the audiologist at 7, I figured I would eat some of yesterday's Shepard's Pie and she would eat whatever she could work out. In the meantime, I chopped up a lot of lunch veggies, got the kitchen all tidied up, picked up the day's mandatory cat effluvia, and sat down to breathe for awhile.

At 5, she came home. They told her it would go on until 6 -- it was a Board of Ed. meeting in another district, now that I think of it, not exactly an interview, although she also interviewed people -- and at 4.30 they got up and said Oh, we're done now. So she was home. I told her what I planned for dinner, but I knew she wouldn't want that; she's not opposed to leftovers as such, but doesn't like to eat the same thing two days in a row. (I couldn't care less.) And I had taken for lunch the other thing she had figured on eating for dinner. So I called the MIL for her birthday, and then told K that if she wanted some fast food, I'd take her to get it. We headed out to Wendy's.

Came back with some Wendy's for her, two bags worth, since we got her some lunch for tomorrow, too, and she carried the bags to the house and I had her orange soda. In my left hand. (Insert foreshadowing here.) There are two steps leading up to my front porch, and I somehow missed a beat on the second step. Next thing I knew -- and this always seems to happen in slow motion, doesn't it? -- I was heading down, my left knee hitting squarely on the porch itself (which is essentially the very large top, third, step) and my hand going down to break my fall. That would be my left hand. So I didn't hit the palm of my hand on the step, but rather my fingers curled around the cup of orange soda. Which burst open on contact, spraying the left side of my from about my shoulder up with orange soda.

I just hovered there for a moment, knee hurting, trying to figure out what to do. I think I was trying to figure out how to save the rest of the soda! Finally, I just dropped it and everything else spilled out and splashed, this time over my right hand, and I kind of dragged myself up.

K was, of course, concerned, and I was only afraid that I'd gone and broken the other damn knee. But I didn't feel that kind of pain, although I assumed, correctly as it turned out, that my knee was badly scraped under my jeans. Then I realized, as I pulled myself upright, that something was dripping off my jaw. That's when I got how high the soda had splashed. It was dripping off my ear, too.

My ear! Holy shit! My hearing aid was soaked with orange soda! Now I was pissed off.

I managed to get into the house and drop my keys and jacket on the living room floor while K went out to clean up the mess. I dried off my hearing aid and my ear, and let the little thing lay there to dry for awhile. If I hadn't been going to the audiologist in less than an hour, I would have been much more freaked out.

My knee looks like the knee of the average 8 year old after a day of hearty playing outside and roller skating. It's badly scraped and has a bandaid on it. Other than that, it doesn't really hurt. I'm more concerned about my hand for tomorrow, since I smacked it hard where my arthritis is worst.

I came in, I ate my dinner, I talked to R for a minute on the phone, and then I headed out. I didn't realize until then that my keys were all sticky, and not until I was in the waiting room -- ick -- that it had gotten all over my hair, too. Anyway, Dr. H. gave the hearing aid a good cleaning inside and out, and it should be fine. He tweaked the sound here and there and did a bunch of little things to it. He's very good. My old audiologist can't hold a candle to this guy.

And there you have it, the story of my life between 5 and 8 pm on Wednesday, March 21, 2007.




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