The Baby had eaten dinner and I’d given her a bath… while Kory cleaned the kitchen because it was reaching a point of grossness and piled dirty dishes that I was afraid that kitchen was about to become a sentiant being. A totally vindicated thought since the kitchen, I suspect, did try to kill me.
“Let’s go find Daddy!”, I said to Monkey.
“DADA Mooooooooo”, said Monkey. We are working on animal noises and she infuses her few human words with as many animal sounds as possible.
We headed to the kitchen and saw Kory through the windows, taking a break on the deck.
Monkey ran across the floor in her footie pajamas. I hurried behind her.
About halfway across the floor, I realize that it’s been recently washed and is still sopping wet.
I apply the breaks to myself and all hell breaks loose as a little thing I like to call INERTIA jumped out and says, “Hi. I’m inertia. You are about to be totally screwed because even though you want to stop, physics says no. You are going to slide across the kitchen floor and fling yourselves down the basement stairs. Good luck with that.” Except, I wasn’t paying attention to INERTIA. I was focused on Monkey, who was beelining it for the stairs.
“No! Monkey! No no stairs! AAaaaaaaaaIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiioooooooooooooooooooooooo!”
and just as I am about to fall to my doom, I feel a hand clamp down on my ankle…
and then from the bottom of the stairs….
but now…. we aren’t sure what to do………
So, we all heave a collective sigh of relief…….
I climbed on the couch and just breathed in and out. I can’t help wondering if it was even HUMANLY possible that Kory could have reached me in time. He was still outside when I first started to slip…. how did he get through the door, pick the baby up and catch my ankle?
How, indeed.
I was a little sore, but mostly numb when I went to sleep.
But by the middle of the night, I knew things weren’t looking up.
My 2nd toe looked like this:
And I make a very unladylike GASPING sound when I sit down because I have EGGPLANT BOTTOM at the moment…. but I didn’t break my neck or my back. I didn’t split my head open. I didn’t break anything that requires a cast or burst my hernia or any of the hundred REALLY BAD THINGS that could have happened….
I was very lucky. Lucky, in the same way that my iron infusions mean I don’t have to have a bone marrow transplant. Lucky, in the same way that means that my cancer balls were actually just your average hernia that is easily repaired.
It is a luck that might be hard to see if you don’t squint really, really hard and really decide to see it… but I do. I’ve chosen to.
We’re off to my last infusion and that will hopefully be yet another good and wonderful step toward being ok…..
And when I walk into the cancer center to get that last infusion, I’ll really and truly be reminded of how little a thing a broken toe and a bruised butt is.
Aint no thing but a chicken wing….