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November 17, 2004 at 2:04 pm
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It’s been raining for days, and when this morning’s rainstorm gave way to sunny blue skies I was drawn outdoors.
I swept up all the oak acorns from our driveway, pruned some plants and then decided to tackle our three oak trees. Unfortunately, our ladder doesn’t reach to where I really needed to prune — a dead branch way up in the tree’s crown. Still, I was feeling good — I love doing yard work, even when it’s pruning or mowing the lawn (I know, I’m a sick chick!
Similar to , however, when things seem to be humming along at their best, it still only takes an accident or two to put your ego in check and remind you that, yes, we’re all human — flesh, bone, sinew and gray matter, for whatever good it all does us sometimes!
So, as I was feeling good, I leapt from the fourth or fifth rung of the ladder to the ground. Big Mistake The sound was awful — I thought for sure it was the sounds of bones breaking — and the pain was tremendous. I crumpled to the wet grass, then said “Screw this” and gingerly tested my leg. Whether I was going to hobble or crawl, I was getting myself inside and out of sight of my fellow work-at-home neighbors. I have pride, you know.
Here’s the email I just sent to Justin at work, after the poor guy got a very pained call from me (every other word was a half-sob, half-curse as another painful throb tore through my leg):
SUBJECT: You married a total dweeb!
FROM: Shannon Moore
TO: Justin Moore
SENT: 1:47pm
I’m upstairs with my leg elevated and ice packs below and on top of my
knee. It hurts like hell (throbbing) but is just a sprain — I can put
all my weight on that leg.
I think I also might have strained my
ankle on that leg, but it doesn’t hurt enough to put ice on too.
Sorry for the freak phone call. I just figured before I even looked at
the leg or tried to walk further than I already had (middle of yard to
our kitchen phone) I needed to call you in case I needed help, got
woozy or whatever.
I’m fine — painful but bruised pride is the thing that’s bothering me
the most. I was doing great, all proud of myself (except that I never
could make our ladder reach where I really needed to cut), and then my
last act is to be dumb and JUMP off a ladder from four or five rungs
up on to wet grass.
Love you.
Your wife will live.
If I need to, I can go to the Minor
Emergency clinic tomorrow (with my car) for them to look at it.
Xrays
would be pointless since if anything were broken in there I shouldn’t
be able to put my weight on it, including walking up the stairs with
it (painful, but it doesn’t buckle).
I think I basically did
something like what I did when I jumped/fell off the Cessna windshield
foothold for checking the oil, etc… that’s at least the height I was
at, if not lower (though that was on to asphalt, instead of more
forgiving grass.)
HUGS.
Drama… what would our lives be without it?
… Thank goodness we bought me a new laptop (Dell Inspiron 1150 on an incredible 24 hour sale) several weeks ago.
Any movement of my left leg right now is enough to elicit audible whimpers and cries of pain. {SIGH} Women… you can’t live without ‘em, and you can’t leave them home alone and unsupervised, apparently!
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November 18, 2004
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I guess it’s true…
We really do turn into our parents. ;p
November 18, 2004
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Hehe… Dammit, I hate it when you’re right.
That, or its Karma kicking me in the ass (erm, knee).
Besides, Mom’s never done anything intentionally… I went and did something that had BAD IDEA written all over it from the beginning. WHO prunes trees after a rainstorm?
November 18, 2004
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Sis?
Who jumps off a ladder?
Sorry.
Love You!
November 19, 2004
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Ahem… it seemed like a good idea at the time!
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