I recently posted this on I’m Not a Domestic Goddess But I Try and wanted to share it with everyone here as well. I mean, the warnings on household appliances cover electrocution and suffocation by the plastic bag but nobody ever told me about this.
As mom use to say, I was the only person she knew that would fall going upstairs. I was standing on a chair at work to write on the dry erase board (OK I’m vertically challenged). When I went to step down from the chair it toppled over with me under it. Everyone wanted me to do it again the next night for entertainment. I slammed my own hand in the car door breaking my finger. But the best was the time I wanted to see what happened in a light socket when you turned it on that made the bulb light. Did something in there move to make contact with the bulb or what? So what did I do, I stuck my finger in the socket and turned the switch ignoring the fact that it was still plugged in. All I have to say is the myth is NOT true, your hair won’t stand on end and you won’t be knocked to the floor. My finger started tingling and that’s when I realized what I was doing was a NOT a good idea. After that we were the only house in the neighborhood with electricity during a power outage.
Well, to get to the housework is dangerous story. A little over a week ago I was vacuuming. That in itself is dangerous, I mean you can hurt your arm, suck a small dog into the vacuum, just about anything could happen but this happened when the vacuum was turned off. I went to step over the cord when the top of my left foot caught on the carpet and bent the toes and foot under as I went crashing into the wall. The pain was terrible and I thought I’d broken a toe. Yes, I’d broken most of my toes in the past so I know what that feels like. When the pain got worse over the next few days I went to my doc. An x-ray and exam later he said he thought I broke my foot. A bone scan and a week later I went to see a bone doc. Another x-ray and he tells me I broke not one, not two but three bones in my foot.
They have a note in the exam room that was a reminder to ask the nurse for your school or work excuse. I asked the doc if I could get an excuse from housework and he was so sweet he said he’d also write one for breakfast in bed.
If you’d like to read more of my failed attempts at becoming a Domestic Goddess come on over for a visit. But I do need to say, my journey may be slow but there are some successes in there too.