I am a dumb ass and do dumb ass things. Today, I was cleaning the windows and screens that were caked with pollen and made the mistake of also washing the walls in our back room/sunroom.
I didn’t intend to do any major projects today, but while cleaning, I wiped a section of the white walls to see if the dinginess came off. It did, and Marty said, “You can’t leave it like that; you have to blend it in.” Of course, he was right.
The job went quickly as I moved along on a kitchen stool. Then I got to the last section and leaned over to get into the tight corner, and that’s when it happened; the stool tipped over. Did you see that one coming? I didn’t. I am pretty flexible and can maneuver like a monkey, but I never used our new kitchen stools as a step ladder before.
If I weren’t as flexible, I probably would have hurt myself a lot worse. I fell in between the old bar fridge pantry and the wall but got up quickly. I know I yelled out a series of pretty impressive curse words. Then I started to giggle.
Giggle after a fall? All I could think of was the character Yukon Cornelius from Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. When Yukon goes over the side of a cliff with the Abominable Snowman, the gang thinks they are dead, but he returns with his new pal “Bumbles,” aka Abominable Snowman whom he reformed as a good guy.
When Rudolph told him they thought he was dead, he replied, “Didn’t I ever tell you? Bumbles bounce!” Besides the dolly, Yukon Cornelius is my favorite Ruldoph character.
I don’t know why that was the first thing I thought of besides, “Julz, you are a total dumb ass!” Anyway, instead of falling traditionally, I fell and bounced up and didn’t get wedged in.
I strained my right side from my ribcage to my hip and groin, then down my thigh. It hurt like hell when it happened, but I refused to baby myself and finished cleaning. Then I stretched it out. It still hurts but not as bad as I thought it would.
It’s a crapshoot how my right side will feel tomorrow, but it doesn’t matter anyway. I have a full day scheduled, and pain doesn’t stop or slow me down. After production, I have a date planned with Sam to run errands and go shopping together down in Bennington.
The more I keep moving, the better it is; a couple of Tylenol and I will be good to go. It will not stop me from belly dancing on Wednesday; I’ve danced in lots of excruciating pain over the years. Again, movement helps. A body that stays in motion stays in motion. Isn’t that what they say? The bigger question is who are they? Goodnight!