The basement is unfinished and gross. I got most of the hard part done. Excuse me.. I got most of the hard part "finished." ( My teacher, Ms. Faherty always said "Cookies are done , People are finished".) I have a refrigerator down there that I got from my wonderful aunt when she moved. I know that mine is going to break soon so it's nice to have a back up. Now if I didn't have a back up , my fridge would have broken two years ago. The metal shelf holder thing for the fridge is on the floor. I have moved it out of my way several times.
Two nights ago, the house felt cold. I went down the basement figuring that the plywood ( from Stranger Cat breaking my basement window) had fallen and the cold air was swiftly moving in. I was right (I need to get glue that adheres metal to wood so this no longer happens). So it's really dark down there and the light for the basement has to be turned on from the other end of the basement.
I walk down, in the dark (the light from the kitchen was on but I still couldn't see). I get to the bottom step and it is COLD . I stepped right into water. Flooded .. again. Since my cousin fixed the sump pump (thank you again) I haven't had too many issues so I wasn't expecting that but because of the amount of rain (and high winds that knocked that board out) it flooded. Not just a little flood, a big one. Two days later, the sump pump and my mom's borrowed pool pump are still pumping out the water (almost finished though). So I roll up my pants and turn on the light and wade my way over to the window (the window is on the uncleaned end along with the fridge). I still can't see too well but I see the metal shelf holder thingy and move it (again) out of my way. I put the wood back on the window and try to use tape to secure it. Ok done. Now I will make my way over to the sump pump to see if it's working. Not the end of the world.
As I start to walk, I step on the metal shelf thingy. Then I trip and fall. In my cement basement, in about 6 inches of water. It all happened really fast BUT what I do remember is that the metal shelf thingy was still in my foot , I was soaked and I crashed into the washer. I got up and cursed like a horny sailor and immediately took my clothes off. I hit my knee and it hurt. I tossed the metal thingy out of my way and limped (naked) up the stairs and got changed. My knee hurt for a few minutes then I forgot about it.
Then I realized that my back , my finger , my foot and my wrists all hurt. I looked at my foot and it was just throbbing. Usually a piece of metal will do that to you. So naturally, I did what any adult who fell and got a boo boo does. I texted my mommy to tell her I was about to die. She told me to soak my foot and I did. But it still hurt like hell. I also texted my sisters because they needed to know that their clumsy sister was in pain. My sister Kristi, who lives with me and was at work called me to tell me she was taking me to the hospital. Nope not going. By this point I was laying in bed sulking.
I must have caught myself with my finger because I jammed it. I still can't really use it too much. I have chubby fingers but my finger looks like I stole it from the Marshmallow Man. No one should have a finger that looks like that.
Ok so now you have seen some body parts. Don't you feel better? So I get up the next morning , go to my mom's and get her pool pump. I hurt, the basement looks like the Atlantic (lots of dirty water) and I am down there hooking up the pump and hose. Then I go to the doctor and they give me a tetanus shot and tell me I won't be able to lift my arm today. Well, that's just great. I was intending to do some chin ups today so I guess that's out of the question. She pokes all over my achy foot and finger , I say OW about 10 times and she says I need xrays. Now I figure nothing is broken because my bones are made of steel and I never break anything. But I don't have a choice. They give me my shot, I ask for a lollipop and they laugh. Um that's not funny. I want my lollipop. I don't get one. I go over and get the xrays and have about a half hour conversation with the checker inner lady about Christmas and how her grandson has issues with textures
(I can appreciate that , I am that way with food) and she buys him the same kind of jacket every year because it's soft and fluffy. She can't find one this year. So if anyone knows where you can buy the kind of fluffy, soft jacket that her 10 year old grandson likes, let me know. I will relay the info to Mrs. Checker Inner. I go home to rest because I ache and instead vaccuum and clean up because that's what resting means. They called this morning. Nothing is broken (I knew that.. remember me? Steel Bones??) This is what my xray looked like:
So far the arm isn't too bad but I am waiting. They called this morning. Nothing is broken I just have muscle tear in my foot and my finger is jammed. I have tissue swelling blah blah blah and was told that those things will take longer to heal than if I had broken something. Merry Christmas to you too. If I had a video of that fall and the cursing episode that followed I would have my 15 minutes of fame on You Tube. But I don't.
Gotta go. The Price is Right is on. Have a Happy Friday!
