First thing: The night before Thanksgiving, I had roasted a pork tenderloin for our dinner. I was slicing the tenderloin and just popped one of the end pieces into my mouth. It went "down" before I was ready and got stuck in my throat. And I couldn't breathe. DH saw me and immediately ran over to me and performed the Heimlich manuver. I was fine, but we've never had that happen to either one of us (nor have we seen it happen to anybody else) and it scared both of us.
Second thing: The other night, I was in the basement trying to figure out a way to get the two large bags that contain the Christmas tree for the living room down from the hooks in the ceiling. They're heavy bags and the only way I could even try it was to put one hand under the bag, lift it up a little bit and then use my other hand to get the straps off the hooks. On a step ladder. DH wasn't at home and I hadn't thought to ask him to get the bags down for me before he left. But hey, I can do it.
So there I was, feet on the third step of the ladder, both hands off the ladder, trying to wrestle with one of the bags. Lost my balance and fell off the ladder onto a roll of garden fencing, then onto the floor, where I skidded on my right side along the floor a little before smacking into the dryer. I have a large black bruise below my right knee (actually, I think it was a hematoma, to be honest). Right below my right elbow is huge black bruise and my right arm is skinned from sliding on the concrete. And all along my right side I have bruises from below my hip to my ribcage.
And to make it worse, when I got all the parts to the tree up to the living room, I couldn't find the tree stand anywhere. So I had to wait for DH to come home anyway. And, of course, he went right to the basement and found the stand....in full sight, had I just looked. He was furious that I was so stupid and kept telling me that I need to stop and think sometimes.
I hope it's not true that things comes in threes....I don't think I'd survive the third one!
Second thing: The other night, I was in the basement trying to figure out a way to get the two large bags that contain the Christmas tree for the living room down from the hooks in the ceiling. They're heavy bags and the only way I could even try it was to put one hand under the bag, lift it up a little bit and then use my other hand to get the straps off the hooks. On a step ladder. DH wasn't at home and I hadn't thought to ask him to get the bags down for me before he left. But hey, I can do it.
So there I was, feet on the third step of the ladder, both hands off the ladder, trying to wrestle with one of the bags. Lost my balance and fell off the ladder onto a roll of garden fencing, then onto the floor, where I skidded on my right side along the floor a little before smacking into the dryer. I have a large black bruise below my right knee (actually, I think it was a hematoma, to be honest). Right below my right elbow is huge black bruise and my right arm is skinned from sliding on the concrete. And all along my right side I have bruises from below my hip to my ribcage.
And to make it worse, when I got all the parts to the tree up to the living room, I couldn't find the tree stand anywhere. So I had to wait for DH to come home anyway. And, of course, he went right to the basement and found the stand....in full sight, had I just looked. He was furious that I was so stupid and kept telling me that I need to stop and think sometimes.
I hope it's not true that things comes in threes....I don't think I'd survive the third one!
