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denThe phone rang. I was deep into the OOM textbook and the interruption was unwelcome. I stood, turned, and trod on Scruffy. He yelped loudly, as you would expect, and I stumbled, tripped over a rolled mat, trod on Scruffy again who yelped again, and I went down like a bag of shit.
On the way down I bashed my left shoulder against a coner of the wall, bounced my ribs off the sofa arm rest, and fell to the floor with my right arm out. That was a mistake. It all was, really, but the straight arm was worse. I hit the floor with all my weight on my palm and the only reason I didn't break my wrist was because the new carpet has new underlay and was relatively soft, especially when compared to the corner of the wall.
So my ribs ache, my left shoulder aches, and my right arm aches from wrist to shoulder. All in all it was not a Good Thing To Do.
Update: You never realise how many things you bump into until your whole body aches.
On the way down I bashed my left shoulder against a coner of the wall, bounced my ribs off the sofa arm rest, and fell to the floor with my right arm out. That was a mistake. It all was, really, but the straight arm was worse. I hit the floor with all my weight on my palm and the only reason I didn't break my wrist was because the new carpet has new underlay and was relatively soft, especially when compared to the corner of the wall.
So my ribs ache, my left shoulder aches, and my right arm aches from wrist to shoulder. All in all it was not a Good Thing To Do.
Update: You never realise how many things you bump into until your whole body aches.
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Date: 10 Aug 2002 01:56 (UTC)If only you had added a piece of Leggo to step back on , then somehow managed to crack your little toe into the bottom corner of the couch too, scruffy might have been more sympathetic and less aggrieved!
Now you need to be rescued by a thirty foot tall bat who will put you in a comfy tent for a bit then release you into your native habitat.
Bats' diary..
AM: Little fella picked up a bit when I reverbed some radio signals with my massive ears into his tent..hope yet.
PM:He seemed interested enough when I pushed some corned beef into his feed tray..things looking very hopeful indeed....Has begun tapping his little fingers on the bubble padding in his tent in a most curious way,calling out something that sounds a bit like modem, mardon , whatever, those dull grunts are pretty hard to bear at the best of times.