Wipe Out!!

Day three.... wed. Did I mention in the previous post how JR was sleeping so peacefully in our bed... the big King Size Bed with the ultra thick mattress cover? Well, when I hear him at the top of the ladder... (that's the ladder we all have to climb to get out of our basement) I go to help him and discover his t-shirt and underpants are soaked. Apparently, because of his surprised look, he had dreamt about going TO the potty but instead just WENT potty. Which of course translates into, Gramps has A LOT of laundry to do now. I got the bed changed and washed and put back together... just another part of another day, but I could have lived without it. We had our breakfast, which btw went very well, got ready and headed out in the rain to the grocery store. It really is funny the things that come out of the mouths of children.... Apparently Ditches LIVE on the side of the road, and for some reason we had to pretend the WHOLE world was a ditch. I'm not really sure what was going on in HIS mind, but it made for some interesting reactions when I would turn right or left. We got our shopping done WAY too fast because the thrift store was still closed when we came out, so I called Mary, my godmother, to see if she was up for some company, and she was. She's also daycare for her and her husband Cliftons first grandchild, Colton, who's 2.5! JR and Colton got along great because Coltons toy shelf looked just like JR's..... tractors and trucks and more trucks and more tractors and books about trucks and tractors.... .and oh.... a ride on train. They were both in heaven and played for a couple hours, which gave us adults time to catch up and talk about grandbabies!! Our visit over and the rain still falling we said goodbye and headed back to the thrift store. The Op Shop Thrift Store in Charles Town is a great little store. Run by volunteers and most proceeds go to the Opera House. Most of their stuff is priced way less than goodwill and the employees aren't all bitter divorced man haters. We like the Op Shop. Today we managed to escape with only one small toy gun/radio like thing. I'll be happy if a new battery just turns it's light on..... it doesn't really have to make all its intended noise. Now it was lunch time so we went to Wendys. I can actually eat their salads and not worry too much about Gluten or vomiting. Lunch was fun, especially since our Wendys hosts geezer day... EVERYDAY. I thought when you got old... really old, that the picture got clearer. That little stuff wasn't suppose to bother you the way it did when you were younger and full of yourself. Go to Wendys in Charles Town for lunch..... these Golden Geezers haven't forgotten how to argue and one of them still has a good throwing arm. Apparently her husband (the guy who ordered/paid and walked the order to the table) got her order wrong. She started screaming at him in a FULL restaurant, that he got her the wrong sandwich. "I ordered a Quarter Pounder" she told him at full volume. Did she even know where she was? The Quarter Pounder is a McDonalds Sandwich. The poor fella told her as he was leaving to get her another sandwich to quiet down and the food fight began. She launched that sandwich right past his head and it hit the front door. At least half of the people in there laughed, but he didn't think it was funny, because he picked it up carried it back to the table and smashed it TO the table right in front if her. Then proceeded to sit down and eat his lunch.... telling her she could go get her OWN lunch preferably in another store. She calmed down and he eventually got her another sandwich, but damn.... take your pills lady!! Meanwhile, I'm sitting there thinking this is better than dinner theater, but how am I suppose to explain this bad behavior to JR. So, I told him our Wendys has actors that put on plays for the other guests and these actors were trying to show us how we should NEVER act in a restaurant. He believed me. We got out of there as soon as possible and headed home.... still raining it was. I'm not sure how to tell this next part, because it wasn't funny and part of it is lost from my memory. On the way down the first set of steps at the top of our hill, I slipped.... both feet completely out from under me... kicking JR into the weeds and mud.... smashing through the wooden tree we had as a railing and landing on my right arm and ribs. I actually got the wind knocked out of me and passed out. When I came too JR was crying and I couldn't remember how the railing got broke or falling for that matter. Immediately I got up to see what happened to JR and realized I couldn't breathe... I just kept panting because I felt as if I would pass out again from the pain in my back. Poor fella was covered in mud and leaves and wet and then I saw the blood, but where was it coming from...... MY ARM. I had scraped and cut my arm pretty bad on something... probably the railing when I broke it. Worse than that was the pain in my back. The steps I fell on are creosoted railroad timbers.

Not the worn old railroad ties you can get from Home Depot. These are the sharp edged black timbers they use on bridges. When I landed, I landed on my right side just above my kidney and below my ribs. This is what it looked like shortly after we got home. This morning it feels like there's something broken. Today will be a slow day. If these sharp pains continue I might just go see a doctor. It's OK if I'm sittin still but bending leaning standing just takes the breath right out of me. Not Good. At least I'm not coughing or peeing blood. Bruised pretty bad I am, but I've seen worse. As for JR. His only question at the top of the hill when all this happened.... "Gramps, Why did you kick me into the weeds and the mud?" He doesn't know how lucky he was that I didn't fall on HIM!!! I guess as soon as I can carry it up the hill.... I need to pressure wash those steps and clean the slippery slime away. I don't want anyone else to wipe out the way I did.