My Christmas present was delivered to the house around noon yesterday.
So, for the next week, we’ve got a beautiful gas range sitting in the living room where the Christmas tree once was (I de-Christmassed the house Thursday evening and yesterday morning)
Immediately following the delivery of the oven, I was shutting the storm door (releasing the little metal tabs that help hold it open) when I fell and twisted my ankle. I’m just that talented. Fortunately I know how to fall and roll when you feel your ankle turning and so it’s not as bad as it could have been, but it’s still a bitch.
Here I was, home alone, lying flat on my back on the brick patio. . .luckily the delivery guys hadn’t pulled away yet and one of them came back, helped me up and brushed the sand off my back. . .
Let me tell you, it hurt considerably, heck, it still does hurt.
I don’t deal well with being slowed down. . .being told to rest. I had finished most of the house cleaning that I had wanted to get done yesterday, but not all of it. I had to drag myself up the stairs and let Miller out of the bedroom (where I put him when the delivery guys came). . .that wasn’t fun.
It didn’t swell too much and there’s minimal bruising, so, really, I’m lucky. I’m just a wee bit on the gimpy side, looking like I’m dragging a dead leg around when I walk. . .and realizing how this is going to hinder my exercise routine for a little. I was considering going for a run today:(. Guess that won’t be happening now.
Can’t wait for the installation next friday. My father will be coming over Monday to help cut the countertop out for the placement of the oven, so I’ll be without a cooktop for a few days. . .
back to resting on the couch and indulging in television:)