I feel I am allowed to make fun of myself. So, what dumb thing did I manage to do this time? As I was getting out of my lovely new hot tub, the steps slipped and I went with them. Falling about 3 and half feet to the concrete. Let’s see I had a baseball on the back of my head, the underneath part of my arm is black and blue, about a soccer ball sized bruise on my left side rib cage and and equally sized one on my backside. Also sprained
a wrist and black and blue right kneecap (not sure how that one happened everything else was left side). Needless to say, everything hurts. Thank god it was dark out. I imagine it was quite a site. Of course my cell phone went flying so I had to crawl to it to call Kev for some help. He spent the rest of the night checking on me to make sure I did not have a concussion. Well, I am pretty sure this will take a bit of time to recover. Thank God I did not break my arm or wrist. It would have seriously impacted my projects. Whew.
So, when I am not falling down, I seem to be wandering form project to project, not doing what I really should be doing. These baby bibs have been laying on my sewing cabinet unfinished for months, so I picked them up and finished them. I will put them in the cedar chest for my one-day grandchild. They are up-cycled from my jeans. I need to be working on my one monthly goal and my quarterly goals, but of course I am doing something else.
This weekend I am supposed to be attending Quilt Wars with my Quilt Guild, however, given my current condition, I am not sure I am going to make it. I am uncomfortable sitting, laying basically anything. The only place I am not uncomfortable is in the hot tub and that is what started the whole mess in the first place. Ugh.