Last week I developed my first cold of the season, and it was a doozy! I guess I shouldn't speak of it in the past tense, since I still can't modulate the pitch of my voice and I have a sty in my right eyelid making me crazy. But I am clearly on the mend today.
I was feeling better Saturday, and I got ambitious. I decided to get our window swags out of the attic. This attic area is unfinished, with a couple of feet of solid floor. The remaining floor has spaces in it, some with cables and pipes running through. These areas are difficult to see because there is loose insulation drifting about, covering the area. I took one step into the area and picked up a pack of greenery. As I turned to grab another, my left leg slipped into an opening I have walked over dozens of times.
My left left was soon suspended in space.
I managed to get myself out and crawl the 18 inches through the doorway. My spouse had the stereo on and heard none of my screams.
I poked a nice hole in the garage ceiling that my husband patched up. The swelling responded nicely to icepacks, elevatation, and college football. I'm still pretty damn sore from the neck down, and the bruises on my legs provide a kaleidoscopic experience. I guess I will be wearing tights to my holiday parties this weekend.
Needless to say, any thoughts about blogging here or elsewhere went through the attic and into the garage on Saturday.
When my spouse did this last spring, he found a bigger opening and both legs went through; he ended up hanging by his arm pits. I guess it could always be worse.
And yes, we are going to get some plywood for the floor up there.