Yesterday, I decided that I needed to do something "big" in the house. By big I mean a big chore, and in particular, I decided to mop old school the hall. The downstairs hall seems to be a favorite tinkling spot for Daisy. Will I ever be able to train her? She is every bit as stubborn as Sam was, who was a terrier.
Armed with a bucket of soapy water, a toothbrush for crooks and cranny's and a rag, I went to work. Now I know I have difficulty with the getting up and down from the floor, but I brought in a sturdy stool to act as my "legs" when I decided to get up. I also used a thick rug for my knees. See how I thought this through?
Things were going swimmingly and I was making good progress in the hall. I was only making good progress because it was muddy outside, and before the floor could dry, it was covered in muddy paw prints. The joys of owning dogs!
I had washed the floor almost to the kitchen, where I promised myself a break. And then it happened. I lost my footing before I managed to get to my stool, and down I went. Unfortunately, this was bad on several levels. First, I had fallen and I hate that feeling you get when you know you're going down. Second, the bucket was still half-full of water, which went everywhere. And to add an additional insult, the water the spewed out of the bucket was dirty water. I managed to grab hold of the bathroom rug which I used to quickly sop up most of the water. By now I have a sore body, a half-finished floor and a super dirty rug. Progress? Not so much.
After righting myself, I sat down to catch my breath and to send Jeff a note that I'd fallen, but did manage to get back up. I was looking for sympathy in all the right places!
I took the by now soaking rug and put it in the washing machine. I have pretty much given up on rugs with latex backings. Why? Because if you wash those rugs more than once or twice, the latex starts coming off in the washing machine. While they cost a bit more, double-sided cotton rugs is all that I buy now.
My body was sore and I could almost feel the bruises popping up on my knees and arms, so I took a pain pill. I seldom take anything for pain, because I generally think I can tough it out. This time I knew that the pain I was feeling, wasn't going to go away anytime soon. I put the dirty and soaking rug into the washing machine, and plunked myself down in my recliner.
When Jeff got home, I hadn't started dinner. But, Jeff took care of dinner. I thanked him so very much for doing this. He asked me if I had taken a pill and when I confirmed that I had, he said he could tell because my speech was a little slurry. Which is why you don't take a pain pill and then try and drive a car.
After dinner, Jeff took Daisy with him for a walk. Daisy has never been on a leash before and she fought him hard for most of the walk. Daisy did like being outside and getting a chance to smell new stuff. Jeff said her body was wiggling every which way. Hopefully, the next time she goes for a walk, it will be a bit easier.
Today's challenge? Mop the kitchen floor and keeping my fingers crossed that I can remain sitting and/or kneeling at all times.
Have a good day.
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