If you read the post below, you'll see that 1) my back hurts and 2) I'm feeling blue today.
So, because the universe is an inherently fucked up and malevolent place, here's what happened moments after my last post.
Sophie and I went into her bedroom. She shut the door. The doorknob BROKE. We were stuck in her room, with no way to get out. Of course, she had to pee. So, she peed her pants while I looked around her room, frantic, but trying to appear calm, for some kind of tool to remove the doorknob and free us. Although her room is filthy enough to fulfill any of McGuyver's wet-dreams, there wasn't a screwdriver to be found.
After about 20 minutes, I decided to bite the bullet and attempt to climb out the window. Said window is about 10 inches wide, and although on ground level, fairly high off the ground.
I made it--but not without fucking up my back even more, scraping up my shins, and scaring the bejesus out of Sophie. My back now hurts constantly, whether standing, lying down, or sitting. Fuck this fucking day.
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Oh, darling, I'm SORRY.
On the other hand, it's making my day look a lot better. :-)
You need a foot rub and a stiff drink. And some Edith Piaf.
And my word verification--jekzdak. I think I've found the name for my band.
Hang in there baby, you'll make it. Love you, wish I could be there to help.
Ouch. Hope you're feeling better. At least you know that you're keeping pointy screwdrivers out of Sophie's room...
I'm so sorry. Hopefully you can get yourself some flexorall or some vicodin to help you ignore and heal the pain.
Wow, my sentiments as well. But god bless ya', even though you say you're down, blue and in pain, what I like about you is the title of this post. It shows your perserverance.
Yes, someday it will be a funny story, but until then, follow Lyam's advice.
my word is svecxly-"doing something illuring in Sweden."
Cabin sounds like fun. It'll be nice to get out of town.
Oh no! Maybe you can get some pain killers or something. There's nothing worse than having to hobble around in pain everywhere.
Oh you poor thing! I locked myself in a room of our house like that when we first moved in and my husband was in another part of the house vacuuming, but eventually he heard my cries for help!
I locked myself and my toddling charge out of a house where I was babysitting once in Montana. They lived out in the middle of nowhere--classic Montana, self-reliant types who raised llamas and never ate the meat of an animal they didn't kill themselves. I walked to a neighbor's house, called them. Turns out they had a spare key outside that I could use.
I don't know what to say, except that really sucks.
oh jesus, that's totally zlkysc'd up. poor sophie and poor you!!
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