|February 1, 2005
Mom is a giant klutz...
Sent: Tuesday, February 01, 2005 9:22 AM
Subject: No, I'm not kidding...
In the "you-won't-believe-this" category...I'd like to recount our past few days for you.
Sunday, our kitchen sink developed a major leak, rendering it useless until further notice.
Monday morning, our hot water heater died. Monday afternoon, a wooden stool broke as I
stepped onto it in the bathroom - throwing me against a wall, which then shot me into the sink,
which richoted me onto the bathtub.
At 12:30 am I finally got the ER verdict. Hairline fracture on the top of my foot - Yay! no cast
necessary. Couple of cracked ribs, and a "Whoo-boy are you going to hurt for the next few
days!". Yeah, thanks. The ER conversations went a little like this...
"Why are you here?"
"Apparantly, the size of my derriere exceeded the capacity of a wooden stool we have."
Followed by generally trying not to laugh...until I gave them full permission - then they
"I'm giving you a pain prescription."
"That's OK, I really don't need it."
"Oh, you will."
I am here to report that, indeed, I would swear there is a baseball bat with my name on it
According to the ER attending, "Your story just made our night. Its been pretty rotten here
Yeah, glad to be of service. Realistically, I did hear several people being extraordinarily rude,
and they were swamped. I suppose my aching back, shin, ribs, foot and knee might as well
cheer someone up! Geez though, you think they could have at least fudged the
height/weight numbers for me...out of respect for all I did for them.
From a bruised, smelly, soon to be buried by dishes, less-than-super-mom...
Have a great day!
Avalon's Army of Angels