I had a mishap on the weekend that I attribute mostly to a lack of sleep.
Darby, our canine house guest, and Spice, the feline lord of the manor, are not getting along. That’s an understatement. Spice has been in a mid-to-low-level panic ever since Darby came on the scene. Spice now has the basement, which is blocked off, and Darby stays upstairs. It’s not perfect but it’s better although Spice still ventures upstairs and sets off a chain of events. Darby just wants to play but Spice doesn’t seem to understand that. So there’s chasing and fussing and the sound of animals crashing into furniture.
They’ve had a couple of encounters in the middle of the night that have woken us up. I’m not used to getting out of bed, even if I wake in the night. I’m the master of talking myself out of having to go pee! I hate to get up, even briefly. It’s difficult for me to get back to sleep. So my crummy sleep habits have been even crummier.
On Thursday afternoon I had a nice bath with baby oil in the water. It softens the skin and smells wonderful. When I was done I thought, I’ll wipe that down before my next shower. No problem! Well Darby arrived and chaos ensued and I forgot.
On Saturday morning I started the water for my shower and stepped into the tub with my right foot. It immediately started to slide and my only thought was, “I’ve got this!” I thought I could maintain my balance with my left foot but it was on the non-rubberized mat I put down between the rubberized mat and the tub and that started to slide too. I was going down. I went face first into the edge of the tub with a loud “crack!” It sent me over onto my back on the floor with a scream. My nose was bleeding profusely and I was sure it was broken. My doctor/husband came running in to see me wiping blood off my face. The nose wasn’t broken but it did bruise and puff up nicely.
It hurts in a perfect circle of my face! But it could have been so much worse. I will never forget, when I was working at the MIX in Toronto a young police officer died when she slipped and fell in her bathtub. It stuck with me because she wasn’t even 30, if I recall correctly. I could have lost my front teeth or snapped my neck or broken my nose instead of just hurting it. Lucky!
The moral of the story is, always wipe out your tub after using slippery oils. Or just stop using them altogether.
Looks so sore, hopefully it heals quickly.
Thanks Nancy. This sore face makes me grumpy!