Ice, Ice, Baby!

It didn’t look that bad out Saturday morning, so I backed out onto the road and found myself doing a donut! Good thing there are not mailboxes on that side. Once I straightened the truck back out, I crept to Plymouth Road. That was salted (Thank God) and I eventually made it to my massage appointment.

Margaret had got there first and spread some salt on the sidewalk so I wouldn’t fall down. Thanks!

She said I was a mess and my massage ran over almost a half hour while she tried to fix me. But, I felt a lot better when I left.

Next, I got my haircut. Then I went to Kroger’s and got a few items. One of them was a bag of rock salt. I was about out and almost bought some at Lowe’s when I was there. But they only had 50 pound bags and, per my spinal doctor, my limit is 30 pounds. But, Kroger’s had them in 25 pound bags. So, I’m good!

I got home just before noon. I put everything away and changed into my work clothes.

I took a half pound of ground chuck, made it into a patty and fried it with some onions. I ate that with some A1 steak sauce and the rest of the fried potatoes.

My daughter Melissa called and we talked for a long, long time.

Then I pulled the truck outside. I tried to get the router table out without moving the bike (lazy bastard) and that’s when things went horribly wrong!

I got the bike lift and the compound miter saw moved and was grabbing the router table when I stepped on the tube for the electric blower. I did the whole cartoon log rolling thing and then fell into the baker’s cart. One of the shelves cut about a four inch gash in my head and I got a big bruise on my right knee (thank God it as my right knee and not my left!) and another bruise on my right forearm.

I picked myself up and went into the house to stop the bleeding. That took forever!

Which reminded me of my old friend, Armando, back when I worked on the truck farm at 14 years old. He taught me how to knife fight. One of the things he suggested was to slash your opponent across the forehead as the blood would blind him. I never tried that particular move, but he was right!

I finally got it to stop, but I was a hot mess. So, I quit for the night. I didn’t have any pain pills in the house, so I made an ice pack with some ice cubes and a wash cloth. I kept the on my aching head until an early bed time.