"I'm fine!" The infamous mantra of BS Warriors, far and wide. Why do we do that to ourselves? Even when we aren't fine, we are.
Have I shared the lightbulb (LB) story with you all yet? Well, if you will remember, I have a lovely screened in front porch that I love to sit on and read my Kindle and enjoy quality time with my fur-babies. The LB out there had burned out. I had asked my family members several times to go change the LB for me. Well, last Friday night, they all went out and I finally had some alone time. I crutched my way outside only to realize that the dang* LB was still out. I thought to myself, "I got this." So, I crutched back in and went all the way in to the kitchen. I carefully leaned my crutches against the counter and placed one hand firmly on the counter and executed a perfect golfer's reach. My operated leg was stretched out behind me and I carefully squatted with my good leg and reached in to the lower cabinet to grab a LB. My fingertips grazed the box and knocked them to the back of the cabinet. Still in SuperWoman mode, I carefully lowered myself down on to my good knee and reached into the back of the cabinet and grabbed ahold of the box of LB's. "Got it!" I, oh so gently, reached up and placed the LB's on the counter and then placed my other hand on the counter, and uh oh! I can't get up. I could not figure out how the heck to get up. No matter how I tried, there was no way I could get my good leg under me to stand up. So I carefully rolled over onto my butt, placed the LB in my lap and slid backwards through the kitchen, dining room and into the living room; all the way to the low couch, where I could pull myself up onto it. I go to reach for my crutches...and dang*, I left them in the kitchen. Dang it! I lower myself back onto the floor and butt slide backwards into the kitchen and grab the stupid crutches, and butt slide my way back through the house to the couch. (Silver lining: floor got cleaned in 3 wide swipes!). Finally get myself, the crutches and the blasted LB all in the same place. Got myself up, LB in my pocket, and crutch my way outside and changed the dang* LB. Two minutes later, family comes home and asks me why I am sweating!!!! To which I replied "I'm fine."