My middle name might as well be blooper. I walk into doors, trip over cords, etc. My mom currently has a black eye from an incident with a car door so I’m thinking it’s hereditary.
It was a gorgeous sunny day of vacation and we were getting ready to head to Great America, a theme park with some kick-ass roller coasters. Fresh from the shower I realized my blood sugar meter was downstairs. I wanted to test and correct if need be since I didn’t want a wonky blood sugar to get in the way of our big fun or make me have to pee during the long car ride, so I headed downstairs to get it wearing a towel. Big mistake number one.
We keep a dog gate on the stairs to corral the resident Pomeranians. Yep, right there on the staircase, about four stairs from the bottom. Smart – right? Oh, and I should mention we have no railing. Those are big mistakes number two and three. In my hurry and excitement, I lost my balance and I fell/leapt over the dog gate and down the last four stairs. In a panic I grabbed the face of the Grandfather clock on the landing and literally ripped it off the clock. Big mistake number…? I found myself naked, on top of the fallen dog gate and clutching the grandfather clock face. Yes, (UGH!) naked. My towel was still on the stairs. Thank god my teenage son was still sleeping at the time. Talk about scarred for life!
There I was, hanging onto the clock face with a death grip. For some reason I couldn’t let go. I just sat there kneeling on the stupid plastic dog gate, naked and whining. My husband paused his video game, came over, took away the clock face, picked me up and went right back to playing. I should mention this fall-down-the-stairs thing is a pretty regular occurrence. I’m trying to cut back.
I’m pleased to report that the grandfather clock made it through the ordeal with barely a scratch. The dog gate is still perched haphazardly on the stairs, taunting me. To this day, every time I visit, my dad asks if I have a railing (sadly, the answer is always no). We like to live dangerously.
The good news is that while I was scraped and sore, I was not broken. My husband wasn’t so sure we should go since my ankle was a bit swollen. If there is one thing about diabetics, it is that we are tough. We push through pain every single day, it’s what we do. We had our day at the theme park, and limp or not, it was epic.