I bruised my forehead and it wasn't on the headboard, despite my new hair color, and my new found raciness.
Sometimes, having a doctor in the house serves no purpose. Either he isn't around when I need him the most or he is home, but ignores my cries for help. It seems we need to change our distress calls from "OWWW!", "RATS!", "AHHH!", "CRAP!", and "SHEET!" to a phrase which begins with "CODE".
This past weekend I even joked about it with Doc H. I told him I was seriously considering calling the phone number on the TV as we were laughing a Life Alert "I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up" commercial. I was only half joking, as I reminded him of the time I fell going up the stairs as I carried clean laundry. I hit my head on the wall adjacent to the landing and heard and felt something snap, crackle and pop in my neck and head.
I laid on the landing and watched as the little canaries and bright yellow stars circled my head. They were pretty and the canaries had a melodic, but piercing chirp. I was concerned. If I could not get up, I would lay there all day long. It was only 9am; it would be a long wait for Doc H to return home. If I was lucky he'd be home by 8pm. If I wasn't lucky and actually broke my neck, he'd find me dead on the stairs when he got home and wouldn't have a hot dinner ready and waiting for him. I think he'd be bummed out about that.
For crying out loud! My dog wasn't even home to help out by barking and summoning a neighbor. In my mind, I was screwed.
Thank goodness I regained my wits, was able to get up and make it to the bed to recuperate. I left the laundry scattered on the staircase.
So, it should come as no surprise that my latest forehead blemish came as I was bent over sorting dirty laundry. Dam laundry room door! It hurt worse than the time I had to tear duct tape off both my nipples. I screamed and....nothing. No "Are you okay?" "What happened?" or "Do you need help?"Nothing.
Next time, I'm yelling "Code Blue!" If that doesn't send him running, I'm placing an order with Life Alert.
Man, doing laundry seems to be a dangerous activity in your home!
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure if it's the laundry or me...I like to think it's the laundry. ;)
DeleteI don't even want to ask why you put tape on your nipples.
ReplyDeletePerhaps if I drink a glass and a half of wine, I'll be tipsy enough to blog about it.
Deletelol wow, you and laundry are a dangerous duo! That's hilarious that hubby is a doctor and you can't even get so much as a "are you ok?" bahahaha! I hope you test out "Code Blue" and then post the outcome of that on your blog :)
ReplyDeleteThat's the plan!!! :)
DeleteHaha, do I want to know about the duct tape? Hahaha. That made me laugh a lot. If it makes you feel better, I fall up and down the stairs a lot. I also hit my hips on door knobs, regularly.
ReplyDeleteMy forehead is still a little sore, but definitely better. Nothing heavy makeup can't hide. I'll try to blog about the duct tape one day. It's a very true story. DON'T try it at home!!!
DeleteOuch!! Clearly hubby needs to take over the laundry duties for awhile..
ReplyDeleteI agree, but I know that's not gonna happen. He barely has time to sleep in his own bed. :(
DeleteHm, I don't think you should do anymore laundry. Maybe the dear doctor needs to hire you a laundry service. :)
ReplyDeleteI won't hold my breath on that one! HAHA!
DeleteI'm not married to a doc, but I am a nurse and my kids have to be dying before I become concerned lol - so I can sort of relate. You definitely need to outsource the laundry duties, too dangerous for you.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to the duct tape story!!!
A nurse! Oh, you guys have the real tough & yucky jobs! Bless you!!
DeleteYou are a riot. I dated an ER doc a few years ago and you rattled a few flashbacks from that experience!
ReplyDeleteOh, dear... should I apologize?? ;)
DeleteYou are hilarious! Found you thru the UBP! Looking forward to following your adventures! Happy Friday!
ReplyDeleteKristine from TheFoleyFam - Unedited
Great! Thanks for following! I will hop on over to your place very soon! :)
DeleteMy husband runs a car wash- yet we have by far the stinkiest cars on the block. Not as much of an emergency but still begs the question...Do they turn off when they get home?! Looking forward to exploring more of your blog! www.pinkcheeksblog.com
ReplyDeleteI've had a similar situation happen to me. Where is everyone when you need them?
ReplyDeleteStopping by from UBP to say hello.
Have a great weekend!
POSH
Haha, you made me laugh! Is this anything like me: living with an electrician and I have at least 2 plugs that stopped working... YEARS AGO?
ReplyDeleteNice to "meet" you! Just dropping by from The Ultimate Blog Party I am looking forward to networking with you and getting to know you better! I hope you have the opportunity to visit our blog! http://www.thehealthymoms.net/2012/04/ultimate-blog-party-2012.html
ReplyDeleteFinally a funny and interesting blog on the UBP tour 2012! I am dying over here.
ReplyDeleteHahahahhahaha!! Loved it! My hubby isn't a doctor but he responds the same ways as well. My concern is if I yelled Code Blue...he'd think I was talking about some sort of new paint color. (I have been re-decorating our home. )
ReplyDeleteI am now following on GFC! Happy #UBP12 !!
Lol. Oh my!! Comin' over from UBP '12. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThat's a great story! I'm going to start following you for sure. :) I found you from UBP 12.
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Very funny, maybe you should consider outsourcing your laundry!! ;)
ReplyDeletehttp://mylittlebitoflife.com/?p=3514
Too funny! I think I'll avoid doing laundry today!
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