To fix me or maybe SueSue’s foot? But before we go there… Guess what I found this morning while weeding at God-thirty in the morning, as in not too long after dawn?
Remember the grass and weeds I’ve been needing to clean out around the daylilies and the iris? The one that I so brashly stated that would only take a couple of days to clean out? I guess the reason I didn’t get out sooner to start was because the babies needed time to grow and leave the nest…
Meanwhile, back at the ranch… Me or SueSue? Suess was on my heels in the kitchen when I was turning out the ice trays. She likes the little crunchies that break off when I crack the trays. I took a few steps towards the living room, talking to Carol. I turned back to finish the ice… and stepped on SueSue. I knew I was on her because I was barefoot and could feel her furry foot. I jerked my foot off and fell square on my knee.
She is okay. I’m not sure about me.
Didn’t hurt when I landed. Felt kind of like a denim burn. I had on jeans. I took these about twenty minutes after it happened. It didn’t hurt to walk. I got in the tub and noticed it had started to swell. Now it hurts like being stuck with a hot poker whenever I move my leg. Dang! Double Dang! Poopy baby diapers DANG.
Why couldn’t I just have stepped on the Baby Girl?!! At least I’ve got ice for the ice packs.
I’ll keep you posted on whether I’m more costly than SueSue. Tomorrow…