We live in an old farmhouse with 2 full baths but only one shower...in the basement. The upstairs bath is 10x10 and beautiful...but NO shower. I've been after DH for years to install one but he's always working on some other project.
Anyway, I went down last night to shower and touch up my roots.
I guess I took more time than DH expected because he started the dishes and the water wet freezing cold on me. I moved out of the way of the water and hollered up, Nothing.
Hollered up again......still nothing.
So I decide to jump out and go to the middle of the basement floor.......Jack....I'm still in the shower......Oh...ok....sorry.
On my way back...and kinda of ticked, I wasn't being careful and skid right when I set foot in the bathroom.
Smacked my head on the corner of the door and my left side hit the floor so hard I thought it was going to crack the concrete.
It's been a long time since I've been scared for "me", but I gotta tell ya....I was really scared. By the time DH (almost falling down the stairs) got to me I was sitting up, freezing cold, and starting to thump all over. The only thing that WASN'T so cold was my left hand...which was covering my head.
DH grabbed some towels, wrapped me up and drug me over to a carpeted area. By this time I had blood streaming down my arm. Funny thing about head wounds. The littlest nick will bleed like crazy at first.
Anyway, by the time all was said and done I have about a quarter inch cut on my head, a 7 inch hemmotaba (not sure how to spell it) on my thigh, a dent in my shin with a Beautiful bruise around it, black and blue toes, left arm is hard to lift (nothing broken tho) and pulled my groin.
DH doctored me up pretty good, with the exception of trying to get some clothes on me while my skin was still wet.
I popped 800 mg.s of motrin and am attempting to go into the office this morning. I have a 4 dozen egg delivery, otherwise I would still be in bed.
After the holidays I'm calling a plumber and putting mats all over the place in both bathrooms.
Anyway, I went down last night to shower and touch up my roots.
I guess I took more time than DH expected because he started the dishes and the water wet freezing cold on me. I moved out of the way of the water and hollered up, Nothing.
Hollered up again......still nothing.
So I decide to jump out and go to the middle of the basement floor.......Jack....I'm still in the shower......Oh...ok....sorry.
On my way back...and kinda of ticked, I wasn't being careful and skid right when I set foot in the bathroom.
Smacked my head on the corner of the door and my left side hit the floor so hard I thought it was going to crack the concrete.
It's been a long time since I've been scared for "me", but I gotta tell ya....I was really scared. By the time DH (almost falling down the stairs) got to me I was sitting up, freezing cold, and starting to thump all over. The only thing that WASN'T so cold was my left hand...which was covering my head.
DH grabbed some towels, wrapped me up and drug me over to a carpeted area. By this time I had blood streaming down my arm. Funny thing about head wounds. The littlest nick will bleed like crazy at first.
Anyway, by the time all was said and done I have about a quarter inch cut on my head, a 7 inch hemmotaba (not sure how to spell it) on my thigh, a dent in my shin with a Beautiful bruise around it, black and blue toes, left arm is hard to lift (nothing broken tho) and pulled my groin.
DH doctored me up pretty good, with the exception of trying to get some clothes on me while my skin was still wet.
I popped 800 mg.s of motrin and am attempting to go into the office this morning. I have a 4 dozen egg delivery, otherwise I would still be in bed.
After the holidays I'm calling a plumber and putting mats all over the place in both bathrooms.
