I always check for that too and most of the time it doesn’t, and I’m reaching for scissors with a heavy heart.
I spent most of today in the E.R.
It started when I tripped over the vacuum cleaner in the living room. Landed heavily on my already-damaged knees, with a gash on my lower leg that was literally spurting copious blood.
Long story short, I’m now on antibiotics, and have to clean the wound, apply bacitracin and change the dressing 3x a day. Oh, and I got a new tetanus shot.
Strangely, the wound doesn’t hurt much, but my knees are killing me. And I feel sore all over.
Yeah, my mom was right: Old age isn’t for sissies.
The big hero of the day was our cat. During the worst of the ordeal she stayed right by my side, purring. She understood that was the only way she could help. And it did help.
( Now That’s a Good Cat. )
Glad to hear that you’re (reasonably) OK. Sounds similar to when I was returning the Holter monitor to my cardiologist’s office the other day in a sleepy haze, tripped over the curb, and attempted to do a face-plant on the sidewalk. I was fairly lucky to escape with nothing worse than a scraped knee and a tear in my jeans.
In other news, I tried to figure out a way today to fit those GIGANTIC new garbage and recycling bins into the garage, and there is no fucking way, without major re-organizing and throwing stuff out. I have no immediate solution, but I better come up with one before winter, because if I leave them where they are they’re going to get snowed in. It doesn’t help that the idiot who owned this house before built an L-shaped workbench taking up a huge amount of floor space in the garage.
Is tearing out the workbench a doable option? Or even modifying it to a lowercase “l?”
Do the bins have handles? Can a post or hook for each be installed up on the walls? It would be like an apartment bike rack, but for your bins.
Then they would have to unhook the heavy bins to take the trash out. That would have sounded like a really good solution for someone young, but despite the name @wolfpup isn’t a young dog anymore. I’d have issues putting an empty trash bin on a hook and I think I’m a few years younger than them.
@panache45 I’m glad you are as OK as you can be. Getting old isn’t for sissies, but it does beat the alternative most days. I hope tomorrow isn’t horrible painful, its usually the day after that hurts most.
Thanks. The doctors warned me that healing will take a long time, and will continue to be painful. (I say “doctors”, though the best one was a PA. That guy was wonderful!) Right now, I feel like I’ve been hit by a train.
It’s possible. However, based on the principle well-known to all homeowners, which is that junk multiplies to fill all available space, the “workbench” has morphed into storage space and is piled to the ceiling with crap. I have to do some measuring tomorrow but removing part of it may indeed be the only option.
I concur with this. I am young at heart and a dashing puppy in spirit, but alas, well stricken in dog years.
Hook on a rope with a pully system? Ok, I’m sorry… I’m drawing a blank.
I was doing basement cleanup yesterday. As I lifted a cardboard box I felt a sudden sharp stinging pain in a finger. What the hell was that?
I put down the box and looked around cautiously for whatever it was, but nothing was in sight. Must’ve been a spider. Hey, maybe a black widow! Should I wait for tissue necrosis and systemic symptoms, or just head to the E.R. as a preventative measure?
Then I saw a wasp settling on the nearby basement window. Then another. And another. I wound up killing five wasps down there. No nest visible, but I sprayed Flying Bug Assassination all around the window frame.
It’s always an adventure here in the Bluegrass.
For all I know the horse trailer might have been empty, but still very bad.
Regardless, my experience the other day has demonstrated that motorists should be advised to carefully slow down, if possible, just enough to let the line of cars snaking along behind them to pass.
I live way out in the sticks, but within 5 miles of an interstate. As happens on most holidays, today the southbound lanes were very backed up. There is a road in town that looks like it could be used to bypass the traffic, despite many signs saying that it isn’t an alternative route. In less than a mile, it goes from being a nicely paved and maintained two lane road to a narrow, single lane unmaintained dirt road which is not suited for passenger cars and almost impossible to turn around on. Once started, the only real way out is forward and pray.
Semi truck drivers out here seem to be pretty illiterate so the warning signs go unnoticed. Either they get stuck trying to go forward or they get stuck trying to turn around, but I’ve never heard of a semi actually making it all the way through.
So, because I’m an idiot, today when I saw a semi headed down that road, I flagged him down and warned him to turn around because he was going to get stuck. He told me to mind my own fucking business and to just leave him the fuck alone. As he drove off down the road, I took a pic of the back of his truck with all the identifying information, including the helpful one giving the name of the company and contact information. As the pic showed the truck driving past one of the warning signs, I thought the company might like it, so emailed the picture off and told them that their driver was going to get stuck in less than half an hour.
I just saw the first tow truck headed down the truck eating road. I’m undecided about going back and mocking the driver. I’m enough of a bitch that it would be fun, but its super windy and cold out and I’m not sure that the fun would be enough to overrule the discomfort so I’ll probably just stay here and mock him online instead.
Take comfort in the knowledge that he was even more stuck than he would have been if that busybody bitch hadn’t tried telling him how to do his job. 
(unlurk) Please, hug her while you can. This afternoon, my nineteen-year-old cranky cat walked into the hallway, announced it was Time To Go, and after I picked him up, promptly died in my arms. I knew it’s been coming for awhile, but it doesn’t make it any easier. 
(relurk)
Yikes, I can’t imagine that happening with our cat. So sorry.
Thank you. He was an extraordinary cat. When he was given to me at 5 weeks old, the first thing he tried to do was hiss AND spit AND bite me, all at the same time. (Feral-born.) I said, “You’ll do.” When he decided he was tame he went the other way entirely. He lived a life of extremes, and I think I’ll miss being bitten ( hard as he could without breaking the skin) several times a day most of all.
Yep! I watched the empty tow truck come back. This means he tried to power through and got stuck blocking the road so the tow truck has to try to pull him out from the front. Depending on how mad/stubborn he was he possibly could have made it far enough to see the interstate before he tried going across a deceivingly easy looking ravine. We almost got stuck there in our 4-wheel jeep the first time we took that road.
One day last winter we got a huge amount of snow dropping in a small amount of time. Of course the interstate was blocked and closed going both directions and a trucker tried to take the truck eating road. He slid off at such an angle that his truck had to stay there until it dried out enough to get the tow trucks out and even then it took another day before he was freed.
I’m pretty hardheaded and convinced of my own skills, but if a local took the time to stop me and warn me about the road, I think I might consider listening.
@Megaera I’m sorry for your loss. They always take a piece of our hearts with them.
That’s lovely and sad. I’m so sorry.
I’m sorry. It’s always hard, no matter how long they stay with you.