A near murder mystery
Who (except Jen, Jamie, Kari and Jessica) can tell me how I nearly died Saturday night?
Here are the clues:
my left arm:
my left ribs:
my left thigh:
my right arm outside:
my right arm inside:
my left toe:
the weapon:
the scene of the crime:
It would be riotously funny if it didn’t hurt so badly!
August 8th, 2005 at 5:45 pm
Ouch!!
August 10th, 2005 at 11:09 pm
I wish someone would guess!!!
August 12th, 2005 at 11:39 am
I know I know! I know! Pick me! I know!
ouch! I hate looking at those photos, because I feel every one of them. Hope they are now a lovely shade of brownish yellow instead of the early rainbow color.
August 20th, 2005 at 12:52 pm
I have been looking at these pictures for a couple of weeks now-they look pretty painful.
I can only guess that while reaching for the Madeline DVD, your foot got caught in the furniture frame (is it a bed? a futon?) and you flipped over the side. (You must have been leaping or running or jumping…hmmm..).
Either that, or Colonel Peacock did it with a wrench in the parlor. Although Kari and Jen are suspiciously eager to tell the tale……..
August 20th, 2005 at 2:21 pm
Ahhh, thank you Dore’! Finally someone guesses so that I can thoroughly embarrass myself.
While exiting the room, my big toe caught in the video box. As I leaned to shake it off, I lost my balance and fell in TIMBER!-like fashion diagonally over the edge of the futon. There is no explaining all the resulting bruises. I can only surmise that in the panic to save myself, I must have flailed like a freaking octopus in a free-fall. The flailing quickly ended as I hit the floor face first. My arms were not even available to break the fall at that point. I wanted to cry so badly but I couldn’t because it hurt worse than anything I have ever felt!
My kids heard the thud and subsequent moaning. They handled it really well, “Mommy are you ok?”
no response - more moans
“What happened?”
moaning…
“Should we call 911?”
“No. gasp… I’ll be ok.”
“Should we get you some chicken soup?”
agony… “Nooooooooo….”
“Ok, we’ll just go watch tv downstairs.”
The bruise on my ribs is gone. But I still feel sore there when the weather is right. The bruise on my leg is a nice outline of the Austrailian coast (or America without Florida - I don’t mind that image). My toe and my arms are all better as well.
So there you have it. Seems to me Colonel Peacock would have been a pleasant experience…
August 20th, 2005 at 3:59 pm
Yow! You must have been doing some power flailing as you fell. Face first, no less-ouch, ouch ouch!
So sorry it happened to you. But so glad it wasn’t worse-sounds like the kind of accident that was a couple of degrees away from something serious.
Single moms are the bravest people on the planet.
August 20th, 2005 at 7:36 pm
Thanks, Dore’.
I admit that when they asked me if they should call 911, I wasn’t 100% sure.
Power flailing - that’s a good term for it ;-D.