So, I'm cleaning the kittie box (stay with me here Knitsters) on Friday. It sits at the top of a flight of stairs (I live in an apartment on the second floor of an old house) that leads to the front door of my apartment. I have the lid resting on the floor next to the steps, and Gandalf, who's always done this, took up his regular post of sitting in the over turned lid. Only this time - it takes off and he proceeds to tobaggan down the stairs in the upturned litter box lid. Now that was FUNNY. The look on his face was PRICELESS! He probably didn't think so.
That in itself is not the bad.
I proceed to go down the stairs to make sure he was OK (he was!). And then, for the first time in all the years I've lived here - I slipped. Hard. I flew off the stairs and landed pretty hard on my butt, and right arm. As Atticus and Gandalf sniffed my head (awww), I got up, and knew the worse was too come. You know when you think you're going to throw up? Ooooo, NOT PLEASANT. The impact was so hard, my nose bled. Nothing broken or cracked, just bruising like I've never had before on my backside, my right elbow and arm, and on my back. And dazed too... Don't remember getting back up the stairs.
Now, I'm aching from head to toe, as the fall has triggered my fibromyalgia, probably one of the worst flare ups I've ever had in 17 years. Knitsters, it hurts to lift my legs, and even to get into bed. My back and shoulders are throbbing, which have always been problem areas for me. Nothing to do except take it easy, and ride it out.
But, does it stop me knitting? NO! Although I did take Carrie K.'s advice (we had been e-mailing back and forth on Friday, and I told her about it) - and put the needles down to ice my right hand and elbow. Thanks Carrie! Because it probably saved me more grief on Saturday.
My start date for Fair Isle February was Friday - and I wasn't about to let a tumble down a flight of stairs stop me. No sirree!
It doesn't look like much. The front "points" of the design are done, and I've joined them. No center steek yet, I still have about 10 or so more rows of back and forth to do (oh, look at all those ends to weave in *clapping hands*!), and uh, if I had properly read the instructions, I would have STOPPED about a dozen rows while working the first point before I actually did, and wouldn't have had to unravel said rows. And purling Fair Isle? Not as bad as I thought it was going to be, although I'll be glad to get that part over with.
"Really Mae, I'm serious! He got in the lid of the box, and just SAILED down the stairs, like he was on a sled! It was so funny! Mom laughed too, although I think she was afraid he was hurt. Then she fell - oh, that wasn't funny. But I went down to make sure she was OK! Atticus to the rescue! I think I lifted her up myself, you know."
"Uh huh, right. Sure you did."
I'm going to make a nice beef stew in the crock pot, and settle down with Delores (or maybe have a nap!). It's freezing out, a brisk -16C this morning, so snuggling with my rescue and nursing crew is going to be in order.
Have a great (and safe) Sunday!