So, today already seems like a very bad Monday – and I’ve not even gotten fully dressed yet.

It started with a phone call about 1:30 this morning. Mind you, I generally get up at 4:45 am so was not happy to lose some of those precious minutes.

The caller was from work – my boss has been gone for the past couple of weeks – won’t be in until Monday. In her absence I get the late night calls. This one necessitated my getting up, throwing on my exercise pants (closest to me at the time), putting on shoes and climbing into my car to drive a few miles across town.

We’d had a power outage sometime in the night and an alarm at one of the buildings had generated a security call – we were pretty sure it was just that power up was causing it, but SOMEONE (read, ME) had to check it out. The building was dark, meaning the residents were sleeping soundly – there was no audible alarm – so I called my original caller and got a couple of phone numbers to make a couple more calls – drove back to the next building (also dark) and deemed it safe to come back home.

I crawled into bed nearly an hour after the original call. Sigh.

Didn’t change the alarm on my cell phone – so it went off promptly at 4:45. I groggily reached for it . . . and it fell through the space between bed and headboard, to the floor.

I tried to get it and my knee collapsed, causing me to fall to the floor – BETWEEN the bed and the baseboard metal covering the hot water pipes . . . HOT!!! OUCHIES!!! Oh, and the lamp on the side table? Fell onto my back!

My knee wouldn’t cooperate in my jumping to my feet (not to mention I still have weight to lose AND I’m not a spring chicken anymore) so I SCOOTED to the end of the bed, while poor hubbymoose (bleary eyed himself) watched helplessly. He had gotten the lamp off me and back onto the table, then had to wait for me to get up myself.

I lumbered oh, so gracefully (NOT!!!) to my feet and limped to the front room. My knee seems okay, but I apparently pulled the muscles below and behind it. Sigh. Add to that, my right thigh was quite warm, but not burnt, from the hot heater covering.

So, no biking today. 🙁

But a great story! 🙂

Hope your day is going better.

3 responses

  1. Lessa says:

    Daw – what an awful way to wake up! Methinks you deserved a day off biking! 🙂

  2. Linda Sue Smith says:

    “Help I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”
    ah the dreaded security call, I have had many a one of those! I feel your pain opps I mean your distain,and you should get a nice lunch on your boss for this one!! Hint, hint!! 😉

  3. Linda Sue Smith says:

    Btw yesterday was Marty’s b-day 39 I called him Jack Benny, I don’t think he knew what I was talking about at all. He just laughed and said “yea”. Then today is Shelli’s b-day and she is 35! God I’m old! I thought I just turned 40 didn’t I?

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