It was destined to happen. I mean, I've written about how Bullmastiff drool is everywhere. And drool on tile is a deadly combo. If you haven't connected the dots yet, let me spell it out. I fell last night. And I am paying for it this morning.
Andy and I had a great weekend. We saw the Fringe show, with Kaleigh Baker as Janis Joplin, which is incredible. Yesterday, we had a relaxing day and went to supper at the Columbia - a restaurant in Celebration. If you haven't been there, it's wonderful. It was a quiet day. We stayed up late watching tv. When it was time to go to bed, Andy put the dogs out and I headed for the bedroom. If I had just stayed in bed...
Sometimes Andy doesn't notice the cats sneaking past him when he opens the back door. It's not a really big deal because "out" means to the screen enclosed pool area. I just don't want anybody to be out there all night. So, even though his reply to my asking, "Are all of the cats in?" is always a grunted, "yes," I like to see them with my own eyes. So, I threw back the covers and went to count cats. I found two right away, then thought I saw two more in the back hallway. Just as I started to walk towards them, my bare foot stepped on something wet and slimy. There was nothing to grab onto. In what seemed like slow motion, but wasn't, my foot went out from under me and I went down on the tile floor. I think I was able to keep my head up but everything else hit the floor - hard. My entire left side took the brunt - shoulder, arm, hand, hip, knee and ankle. Now, I have a few issues such as Fibromyalgia, spinal stenosis and osteoporosis. For all intents and purposes, I should be in a body cast today. I think my body fat actually worked in my favor for once!!! Anyway, there I was, flat on my back, taking inventory of the damage. I counted cats again to make sure I hadn't flattened one!
While I was lying there, Finn came over and gave me a kiss on the forehead. Fancy was a wreck. He was pacing side to side, like a manic parrot, and making chirping sounds. I know he loves me, but I think there was a little self preservation in his panic. He was probably thinking, "Damn! I knew this setup was too good to be true! She's gonna die and leave us with him and he hates cats!" I could be reading that wrong.
Anyway, at the same time this was happening, Andy had also gotten out of bed to set the alarm. When I heard him, I yelled to him and two things happened - 1) He stopped setting the alarm at the point where you disarm the motion detector and - 2) He started running toward me spouting his litany about how he knew this was going to happen! He was also able to get in there a bit about how there are too many animals in this house when - The alarm went off. The alarm is loud and obnoxious - and even more so at 2 a.m. There I was, lying on the floor, with cats all over me, the alarm blaring, my husband yelling - and I started to laugh! At that point, Andy must have figured I wasn't too seriously hurt. He told me to lie there - and get up - two things which are mutually exclusive. All I could think of was that I did not want him to call for the paramedics - my hair was a mess - and I just wanted to go to bed.
I sleep on my left side. My entire left side was injured. I could not lift my left arm. Perhaps because my limbs were not twisted backwards and I was able to speak, Andy determined I was fine and he went to sleep. When he started snoring in my ear, that was the last straw. I got up and prayed Jack was in his bed, cause I couldn't see a thing. I filled an ice bag and sat in my chair. I was wishing I had about five ice packs - and a six pack - everything hurt. At this point, I was worried Fancy was going to have a panic attack, he was so freaked out. I was debating whether I should get a paper bag for him to breathe into, when it hit me. What if I have internal damage like a torn something or other and I croak in my sleep?! That meant I would die without getting to say goodbye to all the people I love! I went in and woke Andy.
I told him who gets what and to please not give my cats away! I tearfully told him that nobody would love them the way I do. I said to make sure the kids and grands know I love them. There were a few things I left out just in case I made it through the night...I then turned out the light and went back out to the family room.
I'm doing two things today - ordering skid-proof runners and looking for slippers with suction cups on the bottom.
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| beautiful but slippery when wet... |
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