I live in Arkansas and my brains were scrambled about an hour ago, so I’m entitled to an ungrammatical moment!
It was a dark and stormy night…
No, no…it was a bright, sunny morning and birds were chirping…
Anyway, my mother’s an artist and works in many media (mediums?), and she’s giving this demonstration for her art guild tonight on egg art—you know, the Faberge kind. Painted, jeweled eggs. She decided to pull her minivan around the back of the house and load up everything she needed from the studio and I decided to meet her there to help carry the many baskets.
She backed up to the door and stopped. I moved forward with a basket in my hands, reached for the latch on the back of the vehicle to open it, when the car lurched backward.
She hadn’t seen me standing there. I didn’t have time to move away. My right shoulder and hand were bumped by the car, and I was tossed like a ragdoll through the air to land on the concrete porch.
It happened really fast, and all the while I thought, “Gee, so this is what it feels like to fly.” Wierd, I know. I started to sit up, then saw my shoes under her car. I didn’t know I’d “flown” quite so far or that she’d hit me hard enough to lift me out of them.
She was more upset than I was. I started to get up, but she was hovering, flapping, wringing her hands. I couldn’t help it, I started to giggle. I do that when I’m stressed. Like a hyena–or at least like Betty Rubble. Ask my sister.
So, now I’m cataloguing injuries, just to have a record, because you know this has to go into a story somewhere down the line:
* Right elbow scraped raw
* Ditto right knee
* Right hip aches, but no visible bruising. (Lots of padding there so bruise is probably closer to bone)
* Right shoulder bruised and throbbing
* Right palm tingly
But all in all, not that dramatic, right? I’m sure my body will start to ache in interesting places as the day goes on, but I feel very lucky. I’m gonna be fine in a few days and have something to add to my life experiences to write about. 😆
I do feel sorry for mom, though. She took a valium and headed to bed.
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OMG. Becareful. And rest up. I have been hit by one too many cars in my time.
Feel better.
Hugs
Heather
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Heather!
What on earth would you be doing to be hit by more than one car?!
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Oh, man! You have to be careful. Glad to hear you’re okay, albeit battered a bit.
I feel bad for Mom. Running over her eldest child? Of course, this could lead to a few days of your favorite foods and a little pampering.
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Yikes! Glad you’re OK, and well, it’s a daughter’s job to give one’s mom gray hairs, right? 😉 Take care!
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Shayla!
Yeah, I’m gonna soak it for a meal or two.
Fedora!
She doesn’t need anymore for me! 🙄
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Aww…poor mom…and you. Feel better.
Kind of, sort of reminds me of the time my mom was dropping me off somewhere when I was about 8 or 9. She stopped at the front door to the place so I open my door to get out…I’m half-way out the door with my foot on the pavement when she suddenly decides she’ll let me out at the other entrance and starts going forward…dragged my leg across the coarse pavement for a good 15 feet or so until I finally let go of the door and fell and she stopped. I was scraped from the knee to the bottom of the shin and it burned like the dickens.
Her immediate response: “Why’d you get out?”
My response: “Why’d you keep driving?”
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😮 Your hands aren’t bad enough to get out of the dishes. Is it near Lent? I am not a catholic but I am giving up driving backward. Yo”Momma
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Jennifer!
Yours sounds much worse! and your poor mom!
Mom!
Rats. Thought I could milk the guilt for a while. LOL
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Mom’s going to outlive us, if she has anything to say about it! I just didn’t know how she was going to do it. Now I do! I’m going to keep a close eye on her….Glad you’re okay!
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Glad you are ok DD and please take care. The aches and pains will start tomorrow, mark my words. I made it all the way back from Bangkok but slipped and fell the very next day in our bathroom.
I hit my good knee hard against a marble piece under the door. My hands braced by body so now I have serious bruising but no broken bones. This is not a good week is it?
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Rasha!
I took aspirin and have been moving around, hoping to stave off the stiffness I know is coming.
And ouch! Sorry about your own injury.
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Take care of yourself!
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Oh, Delilah, how horrible. Poor you and your poor mom. I think I would need valium if I were her. Of course, I would’ve had the same reaction as you did. It would have made me laugh. I’m glad to hear you’re okay, aside from the bumps and bruises you have and the soreness that’s sure to come along.
I think cars must be cursed or something this week. My oldest brother’s car died on Tuesday night, my other brother got rear-ended pretty badly yesterday (luckily the car of the lady who hit him took most of it and he wasn’t injured since he had a plane to catch 2 hours later), and now your mom accidentally sends you flying with hers. Yikes!
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Yo’Momma it is Lent right now. So no driving backward for you for another 3 weeks and 3 days. 😉
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Poor Mom!!! The trauma of running her kid over.
I hope you both feel better soon. I will admit to chuckling though when reading this. It would make a great intro for a hero and heroine though.
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DD! Glad you’re OK. Glad mom’s OK. I’m not sure mine would’ve survived it. I don’t think I would’ve survived her surviving it (that is, the apologies, the post-traumatic stress — hers, that is — but then my mom is… unique).
I can just see you cataloguing the event and filing it for reference. That’s what I would do. If I’m conscious, part of my mind always goes “hmm… that’s interesting…”
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Susan!
Thank you!!
Karin!
How horrible for you all. Has to be scary as you wait to see if it come in 3’s. Let me be the third!
Brandy!
Don’t feel guilty about finding it funny. I certainly do. I drove my mom to her art class last night and the group awarded me a “Purple Heart for Art.”
Masha!
EXACTLY! What doesn’t kill you ends up in a book!
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EEK! How scary! Glad you’re okay. I have to say, I giggled at your description!
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MJ! It’s okay to laugh. I did plenty of it when I saw my shoe under the van. You wouldn’t believe how happy I felt that I wasn’t still wearing it!
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What a day for you. I don’t know who to feel bad for. You for getting hit or your poor mom thinking I hurt my child. But on the bright side you can use this against her for the rest of your life:) It seems like parents are the only ones that have things to hold over the kids. Hope you feel better.
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Sheila!
We’re already having fun with the jokes. We’ve decided she’s probably got an insurance policy on me and wants the pool heated with the proceeds.