I wish you could have seen it. There I am- perched awkwardly on a ladder. Straining to reach the corner of the molding on the ceiling just behind the shower. Straining. Stretching. And finally- success! I fill the crack with caulk.
Satisfied, I shift slightly to check my work and watch in amazement as my shower curtains seem to magically rise up towards the ceiling.
A moment later I open my eyes to find myself sprawled on the bathroom's tiled floor, looking at the ceiling, my left arm at an angle underneath my back.
One of the old wooden ladder's legs had given way and dumped me sideways- down through the curtains, into the side of the tub, and onto the floor.
My ribs on the left are turning colors from the impact with the tub, my left hand is tingly, and I received a small cut somewhere on my head from the floor, toilet, and/or vanity (hard to tell what I hit). And my bathroom now looks like one from a suite a Christian Slater or Robert Downy Jr from the late 90s might have used.
I think I'm taking the rest of the night off.
7 years ago
3 comments:
Sad to hear you fell and hurt yourself. You know, people are gonna start calling YOU Grace instead of me. At least I only stumble or trip. I have yet had the need to be on a ladder.
Be well
-LemonDropRed
wooden ladder? you really like the antique stuff!
-Flippy
You shush now!
It was the one they left when they moved. And my $175 multi-fold aluminum ladder was in the garage. And it was cold. And there are wolves.
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