Grrrrr!!! It’s Monday morning on the last day of March and as I sit here in the apartment at my computer I’ve come to one ultimate conclusion. Winter. Enough already…. time to move your ass along!! Seriously!! Don’t make this wee Catgirl go all crazy on your frigid ass…. we both know… that just wont end well. You or me… I swear… one of us is going down for the count…. 😡
Oh yeah… me and Old Man Winter…. we’ve always had our differences. For the most part I’ve always tried to put up with the frigid temperatures… the mountainous piles and piles of snow… the slippery treacherous ice… all that “Winter Wonderland” crap. There was always the understanding that… at some point… it was gonna end and Spring would arrive to save this lady from it’s sinister freezing grasp like the cavalry in an old western film. But not this year…. 😦
Over the weekend… yet another stupid unseasonably late storm dropped over a foot of snow hereabouts. Not only that…. but this time I think it really tried to kill me. Well… OK… at least cripple my butt.
I had to work early on Saturday… I got an early call from the restaurant telling me that most of my luncheon crew were stranded at home by the weather and unable to make it in to open the kitchen that morning. Being located right in town, that naturally meant that lil’ ol’ me had to schlep my butt in at 7 in the morning to do all the set-up stuff while the others waited for the plow people to get going and clear the roads. Carolyn wanted to get up and drive me, but stupid lil me told her that since our parking lot was choked full of snow, her car buried, and the lot entrance blocked by a three foot snow berm left by the village plow clearing the main streets on the square, I could just bundle up and walk the short distance to work quicker than we could get there with her car. Plus I figured even if I had to work, there was no reason she should have to get out of our cozy bed on her day off…
I did pretty well… and it only took about 45 minutes to walk there with all the snow, the sidewalks impassable and me walking in the street for most of the way. Once I got there however, I was dodging our private plow guy as he worked to clear our parking lot and a somewhat questionable shortcut along the sidewalk to the front door ended with me slipping on the ice from the last week’s short thaw hidden away under the new snowfall. Down I went. Hard. I fell straight forward to the concrete sidewalk near the entrance narrowly avoiding a concussion only by whacking my left wrist and smashing my left knee but good instead. Thank goodness the plow guy saw me go down, because getting up on my own sure wasn’t an option. He jumped out of his pickup and helped me get inside to the phone. I was in serious pain… and thought for certain I’d broken my wrist. My knee really ached too… but I could bend it, however it was pretty clear there was no way I could do any work. Instead I ended up calling all our morning people and the restaurant’s owner and telling them we’d have to close for the luncheon shift and try for dinner once the roads got cleared and people could make it in. Sam was already on the road on her way in and insisted she’d be there in time to at least get me to the hospital.
Once we got there, it didn’t take long to sort me out. Both my wrist and my knee were swollen by then, but x-rays showed I’d lucked out and nothing was broken. The wrist was just sprained but the knee injury turned out to be a lot worse that I’d guessed. It turned the most ghastly shade of black and blue and swelled up like a balloon by the time I got to see the ER doctor. Apparently I did something to the cartilage under the kneecap that acts as a cushion for the joint. Two days later now, and it’s still horribly painful and won’t bear my weight at all, although the doctor swears I ought to be able to walk by the end of the week.
Anyway…. That means your truly is on the injured list for the foreseeable future and has at least the next three days off while I recuperate. Needless to say my poor sweet Carolyn blames herself for not having taken me to work, but I keep telling her that even if she had.. I still probably would have fallen since it happened right outside the front door. She wanted to take a couple days off to take care of me, but outside of my mobility, I’m not really sick so I told her it wasn’t necessary. Hasn’t stopped her from going into “nurse” mode whenever she’s here though. It’s sweet… but I wish she wouldn’t worry quite so much, it’s not like I’m planning to die on her or anything… 😉
So here I am. Sitting on a chair with my leg propped up on a pillow… a big ol’ carafe of coffee on a potholder within arms reach and nothing to do but tend to things here at the Litterbox. That means, o’ Gentle Visitors, that the likelihood of several new posts over the next few days is greatly possible for a change. Gotta look at the silver lining…. 😉