Vicissitudes

[ailbhe]

Today has had its ups and downs. Ups: By 11 am, we were both washed, dressed, and fed, the kitchen and bathroom floors were washed, the house was tidied, and we'd watched Teletubbies. Downs: well, the phone rang.

It was Rob, and we discussed some domestrivia, and then I squatted on the kitchen floor to give Linnea the phone. She climbed up to straddle one leg, reached around, and grabbed by hair and hung out of it. While I was trying to untangle her hand from my hair - and she was giggling madly - I overbalanced, heading stright for the floor and the corner of the doorframe, Linnea's head first followed by my whole weight. I twisted. I landed beside her - my head hit the door or the floor or possibly both, hers hit the wall. My knee did a funny hit-the-floor-and-twist thing. I yelled a lot. Linnea didn't - in fact she was fine until I asked "Ar eyou ok?" when she did just enough crying to make me kiss her head better and then scampered off healthily. I scooched over to the phone, dangling from its cord by the other door, and told Rob what had happened. After a bit I got feeling back to my lower leg and was able to stand and stuff, so that was ok.

Another up is that I made more banana muffins, only this time I made two loaves instead of muffins because I couldn't be bothered to scoop goop into 24 little paper cases. Also, we're out of mini muffin cases.

We did much dancing, I on my dodgy knee, because I put some music on and Linnea dragged me into the open floor and twirled, then nagged me in gibberish until I twirled too. Ow. But cute!

I also cleared the dining table totally, except for a huge vase of flowers, and cleared the kitchen of stuff that's been there since the morning I left for Ireland last. I'm not kidding! Some of it was decidedly unpleasant.

And I did laundry including a furry yellow cushion. Next laundry should be huge king-sized bedding but I hate the idea of having to dry the damn' stuff.

I really ought to leave the house. I haven't for quite a while, unless Rob was with me. I really ought to see a doctor about depression, but I can't bring myself to do it. I'm deliberately not nagging Rob into calling to make me an appointment. That's... not good.

Still, it's a nice big sandpit I've got here, and at least my hair can't get greasy in it.

Comments

[k425.livejournal.com]

Vicissitudes. Such a good, big word. It took me a minute to get on with reading the actual post because I was enjoying the sound of it rolling around my mind.

Vicissitudes.

Hope your knee recovers quickly.

As OldBloke-with-bad-back says, "what fool invented this game, then?" as YoungBloke nags him into flying him around the room once more in the laundry basket...

[ljgeoff.livejournal.com]

You knee injury made me wince. About ten years ago, my then-3 yr old son Sam locked himself in a bedroom. I couldn't get the door open, and he started to cry. In a fit of unthinking, I decided to *kick* the door down, using one of those cool looking martial arts moves. I tore the meniscus of the knee I was standing on - more pain that I've ever experienced. I think that I blacked out. But after a bit I realized that as long as I wasn't trying to stand on it, I was ok, so I hobbled to the paralell bedroom, crawled out the window onto the porch roof, crawled over and through the other window, calmed Sam down (which didn't take much, because he thought that it was pretty damn cool that I'd crawled across the roof and through his window), and opened the door.

I had knee surgery about four months later, and it still bothers me every once in a while, if I turn my body a certain way.