Einstein's 2nd-Most Famous Theory
May. 11th, 2022 09:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisnewdayThat would, of course, be the Theory of Insanitivity which defines insanity as doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome.
Which is what led me to take yet another horrific fall, this time in my own driveway.
That was Monday afternoon of this week. My grandson had come to the house to mow the lawn and continue helping me with clearing and re-mulching the planting beds at the front of the house which I'm renting from my daughter.
He'd just come home from another phys ed marathon at school and we were both hungry so, after getting him started on the day's project, I hopped in the car and picked up pasta, spaghetti sauce, and a ready-made salad from the local Wegman's.
Upon returning, I got out of the car, grabbed the fairly-heavy bag of groceries, and started down the driveway to have a quick look at how the kiddo was doing. Which is when it happened again.
Before I had time to think, I was lying on the pavement, my right knee and right palm having taken the most direct impact from the fall.
I laid there for a minute, unable to move, and when he realized I was down and ran over to me, I just said, "I've gotta take a minute."
But when I finally struggled to get up, I realized that I couldn't move my legs.
Because the G.D. laces that had caught the hook on the opposite boot had done so again and sent me sprawling.
Because the G.D. idiot who was wearing them hadn't bothered to shorten them since the time this had happened at the Hone Depot.
Luckily for the aforementioned idiot, the knee wasn't as badly banged up as the last time, but there were signs of a broken blood vessel, a condition I've been prone to my entire life, in the left wrist and in the meaty part of the right thumb.
I knew I couldn't do any of the pushing, pulling, lifting required by the yard work we'd been doing, so my grandson said that he would finish up and I went inside to put away groceries and make dinner. Which I did.
The next day, I took my work boots down to the basement and drilled out the brass rivets which held the hooks, two on each boot.
I used a good, sharp bit and applied high pressure at low speed so the metal spiraled out in mostly long strands which fell mostly on the floor.
But, as I told my grandson when we worked again the next day, I fully expected to pull my boot off that night and find one of those brass shavings embedded in my foot. Just, you know, for good measure, lol.
However, I've at least now done what I could reasonably do to end this particular journey into insanity...
LPK
Dreamwidth
5.11.2022
Which is what led me to take yet another horrific fall, this time in my own driveway.
That was Monday afternoon of this week. My grandson had come to the house to mow the lawn and continue helping me with clearing and re-mulching the planting beds at the front of the house which I'm renting from my daughter.
He'd just come home from another phys ed marathon at school and we were both hungry so, after getting him started on the day's project, I hopped in the car and picked up pasta, spaghetti sauce, and a ready-made salad from the local Wegman's.
Upon returning, I got out of the car, grabbed the fairly-heavy bag of groceries, and started down the driveway to have a quick look at how the kiddo was doing. Which is when it happened again.
Before I had time to think, I was lying on the pavement, my right knee and right palm having taken the most direct impact from the fall.
I laid there for a minute, unable to move, and when he realized I was down and ran over to me, I just said, "I've gotta take a minute."
But when I finally struggled to get up, I realized that I couldn't move my legs.
Because the G.D. laces that had caught the hook on the opposite boot had done so again and sent me sprawling.
Because the G.D. idiot who was wearing them hadn't bothered to shorten them since the time this had happened at the Hone Depot.
Luckily for the aforementioned idiot, the knee wasn't as badly banged up as the last time, but there were signs of a broken blood vessel, a condition I've been prone to my entire life, in the left wrist and in the meaty part of the right thumb.
I knew I couldn't do any of the pushing, pulling, lifting required by the yard work we'd been doing, so my grandson said that he would finish up and I went inside to put away groceries and make dinner. Which I did.
The next day, I took my work boots down to the basement and drilled out the brass rivets which held the hooks, two on each boot.
I used a good, sharp bit and applied high pressure at low speed so the metal spiraled out in mostly long strands which fell mostly on the floor.
But, as I told my grandson when we worked again the next day, I fully expected to pull my boot off that night and find one of those brass shavings embedded in my foot. Just, you know, for good measure, lol.
However, I've at least now done what I could reasonably do to end this particular journey into insanity...
LPK
Dreamwidth
5.11.2022
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Date: 2022-05-12 05:31 pm (UTC)I live in absolute fear of falls. I figure it would only take one and my independence would be gone forever.
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Date: 2022-05-12 05:48 pm (UTC)The other side of it is, I find myself both thankful for, and puzzled at, what I have in this life...
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Date: 2022-05-13 04:45 am (UTC)And thankful.
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Date: 2022-05-13 12:52 pm (UTC)I do feel better, thanks, but have been discovering other sore spots now that the initial trauma has subsided.
I've also been taking a moment, before starting my day, to think about what I might do to make this one--and myself--better in other ways as well.
Hope yours is a good one too...