Mike
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I had agreed to give our Treasurer a ride home from Lodge last evening. When we arrived at his house, I decided to back up into his driveway, so he would not have to make his way around the truck. His drive is on a slight incline, so I got up in the drive as far as I could.
He stepped out of the truck and immediately froze. He was really afraid he was going to fall, so I got out and walked around to help him get to the walk along the front of his home. Once I got him on solid footing, I went back to the passenger-side rear door and dug out his two cases and handed them to him. I made sure he got to the front door without issue and made my way back to the truck. As I was walking past the tailgate, I slipped and very nearly went down. I made it around the back corner of the truck and slipped again, but once again managed to remain upright. I pulled the driver's door open, lifted my right foot to step into the truck and all Hell broke loose.
My left foot went out from under me. I wrenched my left elbow, trying to hold myself upright, banged my right knee (which is now the size of a basketball) on the door jamb, crashed my left hip into the ground, followed immediately thereafter by my right elbow. Once all of me was on the ground, I then slid completely under the truck.
Had anyone caught it on tape, I assure you the video would have gone viral on YouTube.
There I was, banged up like a son-of-a-gun, laying on the ice, on my back, under my truck. I managed to pull myself back out and only fell to my knees one more time, before I finally managed to crawl into the truck. My condo is a second-story flat and there are 14 steps leading from the garage up to the great room. At about step 4 or 5, I was ready to go back down and sleep in the truck.
And we all know how that works. Everything that was banged-up and hurting last night is now stiff and sore this morning. As my Dad would always say, everything I have that still works, hurts. My left wrist and hand are feeling pretty good, so I'm going to try to soldier through the day. :cripple:
In spite of the fact it certainly beats the alternative, this getting old stuff just isn't what it's cracked up to be. Pass the pain pills, if you please. :beat: Let me know when you have the Klutz of the Year award ready to go and I will provide mailing details.
He stepped out of the truck and immediately froze. He was really afraid he was going to fall, so I got out and walked around to help him get to the walk along the front of his home. Once I got him on solid footing, I went back to the passenger-side rear door and dug out his two cases and handed them to him. I made sure he got to the front door without issue and made my way back to the truck. As I was walking past the tailgate, I slipped and very nearly went down. I made it around the back corner of the truck and slipped again, but once again managed to remain upright. I pulled the driver's door open, lifted my right foot to step into the truck and all Hell broke loose.
My left foot went out from under me. I wrenched my left elbow, trying to hold myself upright, banged my right knee (which is now the size of a basketball) on the door jamb, crashed my left hip into the ground, followed immediately thereafter by my right elbow. Once all of me was on the ground, I then slid completely under the truck.
Had anyone caught it on tape, I assure you the video would have gone viral on YouTube.
There I was, banged up like a son-of-a-gun, laying on the ice, on my back, under my truck. I managed to pull myself back out and only fell to my knees one more time, before I finally managed to crawl into the truck. My condo is a second-story flat and there are 14 steps leading from the garage up to the great room. At about step 4 or 5, I was ready to go back down and sleep in the truck.
And we all know how that works. Everything that was banged-up and hurting last night is now stiff and sore this morning. As my Dad would always say, everything I have that still works, hurts. My left wrist and hand are feeling pretty good, so I'm going to try to soldier through the day. :cripple:
In spite of the fact it certainly beats the alternative, this getting old stuff just isn't what it's cracked up to be. Pass the pain pills, if you please. :beat: Let me know when you have the Klutz of the Year award ready to go and I will provide mailing details.
