I went to a bunch of garage and rummage sales today and didn’t really find much that I loved. An elderly man was serious about selling us anything in his garage. Actually, he wanted to give most of it to me. In the end, I bought a small garbage can that was completely full and had boxes of Velcro on top, as well as a big bag of safety pins, and he only wanted a quarter for it. I felt so bad for him and his quest to empty his garage, that I bought the garbage can. On the way home, I went through the can with my girlfriend making fun of the bunion pads, moleskin, ankle braces, patches for clothes, fake pockets (that I’d never heard of) and the list goes on and on. Up to and including a new 46D bra of which I found no use for, but did giggle that he thought someone else would want a bra. Needless to say, the can had a few things that were of value, but I didn’t discover it’s true value until I got home.
I had carried most of my purchases in the house–dog toys and some Chai tea that I needed to get myself through a day of garage sales. I decided to go back to the garage for the garbage can full of goodies, and tripped on a hose, ran my head into the wall, my elbow into a car, bounced my knee off the cement floor and twisted my ankle. The absolute worst part of the experience was seeing the look on Rich’s face when he saw what I had done. He looked like he was about ready to have a heart attack, it’s just horrible to witness.
He picked me up off the floor and I knew I had sprained my ankle in the hose, but honestly, didn’t know what to expect, as I’ve never sprained my ankles in 57 years. Odd right?
We decided the first order of business was to put ice packs everywhere, so Rich went into doctor mode. He needed an ace bandage, and guess which Girl Scout was prepared? Oh yeah, there was a brand new Ace bandage in my little garbage can. Problem solved. Apparently there was a good reason I bought the garbage can full of goodies, and I just didn’t know what it was.
The reason for this story is that I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to go to the stamp show tomorrow and I am SO disappointed. I was really looking forward to going. Rich did offer to go and push me around in the wheelchair (because he is that good to me), but I’m anticipating that the knot on my knee will be worse tomorrow and my ankle will probably not be pretty either. Sometimes it’s extremely frustrating being clumsy. Darn it.