I would dearly love to blame this on some one else, but I feel that in all honesty I must take full credit for this. Granted I do have a lot on my mind here the past few days, but I would be remiss if I let this one go by unnoticed. You will need all the facts.
I went to the doctor and had blood work done. When it got back nursie dear (and you know who you are, don't you, Deb?) called to give me the news that every thing is through the roof except my bank account. Now granted, I was about to get around to starting to exercise pretty soon, but she informed me that I was way to late for that. And she was most firm about it and now I know why they call her "Sarge". So I commiserated with my buddy Tim and he gave me a tongue lashing. "You have the treadmill all set up down stairs for crying out loud! Just get on it and quit saying you do not have time! Just do it!"
Well, the man is right. So after he left I got to thinking. I am good at multi tasking and this might work. I had 3 seed catchers that just needed elastic in them and they would be ready to go. So I clipped a bodkin on each end of the elastic and started it through the little opening. That was going well and so I reached up and turned on the tread mill. You know that safety device that hooks on your belt and if you fall it will turn the machine off? Yeah, that inconveniently place little do hickey. The seed catcher kept getting wrapped around that and shutting the tread mill down. So I unhooked it from my waist and wrapped it around itself. Then we started again,
Well all was going real well at the slowest speed so I kicked it up a notch. And I finished both sides of the first seed catcher. Things were going so good I actually thought about calling Tim's wife and telling her how good I was doing at this multi tasking thing, but I decided to just finish the seed catchers first. So I started number 2. Then I kicked it up another notch. I had been at this little job about 9 minutes when I dropped the bodkin. Now what do we do when we drop something? We pick it up. Natural instinct dictates that. Well, let me just tell you when I realized that was the wrong thing to do.
It occured to me about the time my right leg hit the Oleandar tree and my left leg was sticking out of the Fig tree and my whole backside was being sanded by the sure grip coating on the treadmill which was now spinning freely at about 30 miles per hour. That was also about the time I noticed my safety cord dangling harmlessly behind the speedometer. As I drug my poor broken little body across the floor to jerk that loose I thanked my God in heaven and all his angels that I was alone and not being videotaped.
So here I am the next day. I am not real sure that right leg isn't broken and it is a very funny color. The left one is sore, but still intact. My backside resembles chicken skin after it has been barbequed. Some where in the melee I whacked my head on something and I am not sure I don't have a severe concussion, but for sure there is something loose up there.
So, the words of wisdom for today are this: Leave that damn safety thing on your belt, do not try to multi task and for crying out loud if you drop something, just leave it alone. I must confess that I could not get to sleep last night and I am not sure whether it was because of the bone poking through my skin or because I was laughing so hard at the sight that must have been!
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I went to the doctor and had blood work done. When it got back nursie dear (and you know who you are, don't you, Deb?) called to give me the news that every thing is through the roof except my bank account. Now granted, I was about to get around to starting to exercise pretty soon, but she informed me that I was way to late for that. And she was most firm about it and now I know why they call her "Sarge". So I commiserated with my buddy Tim and he gave me a tongue lashing. "You have the treadmill all set up down stairs for crying out loud! Just get on it and quit saying you do not have time! Just do it!"
Well, the man is right. So after he left I got to thinking. I am good at multi tasking and this might work. I had 3 seed catchers that just needed elastic in them and they would be ready to go. So I clipped a bodkin on each end of the elastic and started it through the little opening. That was going well and so I reached up and turned on the tread mill. You know that safety device that hooks on your belt and if you fall it will turn the machine off? Yeah, that inconveniently place little do hickey. The seed catcher kept getting wrapped around that and shutting the tread mill down. So I unhooked it from my waist and wrapped it around itself. Then we started again,
Well all was going real well at the slowest speed so I kicked it up a notch. And I finished both sides of the first seed catcher. Things were going so good I actually thought about calling Tim's wife and telling her how good I was doing at this multi tasking thing, but I decided to just finish the seed catchers first. So I started number 2. Then I kicked it up another notch. I had been at this little job about 9 minutes when I dropped the bodkin. Now what do we do when we drop something? We pick it up. Natural instinct dictates that. Well, let me just tell you when I realized that was the wrong thing to do.
It occured to me about the time my right leg hit the Oleandar tree and my left leg was sticking out of the Fig tree and my whole backside was being sanded by the sure grip coating on the treadmill which was now spinning freely at about 30 miles per hour. That was also about the time I noticed my safety cord dangling harmlessly behind the speedometer. As I drug my poor broken little body across the floor to jerk that loose I thanked my God in heaven and all his angels that I was alone and not being videotaped.
So here I am the next day. I am not real sure that right leg isn't broken and it is a very funny color. The left one is sore, but still intact. My backside resembles chicken skin after it has been barbequed. Some where in the melee I whacked my head on something and I am not sure I don't have a severe concussion, but for sure there is something loose up there.
So, the words of wisdom for today are this: Leave that damn safety thing on your belt, do not try to multi task and for crying out loud if you drop something, just leave it alone. I must confess that I could not get to sleep last night and I am not sure whether it was because of the bone poking through my skin or because I was laughing so hard at the sight that must have been!
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