Defeated by a bowl of salad...
May. 21st, 2008 03:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So frustrating.
A few hours ago I was trying to get something in the kitchen - always a challenge - and my crutch fell over and hit a bowl of salad on the counter, which landed on the floor and broke. I was able to pick up some of the bigger pieces of bowl (because I could reach them) but I can't do anything about the salad. I can't even think of any good ideas. A vacuum cleaner won't work on it even if I could move the vacuum. I can't pick it up with hands or tongs or paper towel because I can't reach it. I can't use mop or broom or dustpan because I can't use two hands. I can't think of anything to do except wait till someone with more limbs or dexterity than I currently have comes by, and then beg them to do it.
Meanwhile the salad sits on the floor, looking depressing.
I shouldn't let it get to me but I hate this helplessness.
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Date: 2008-05-22 05:37 pm (UTC)Yes. I do so love neatness and order. But perhaps this is a hint that I should embrace my inner sense of chaos, and just go with the flow. Still. My impulse (if not compulsion) ever since breaking the ankle has been to become neater, cleaner, more Spartan, more sparse.
I wouldn't be able to come over till Friday at the earliest.
That's okay - and thanks for the thought! - I understand. Training is important. Go for it and do your best. The salad emergency has been handled (with deft use of a stool that I could poke along with the crutches) and some moral support from
On Friday, I am likely to be visiting
my roommate got both the caller's name and her call-back tel. # wrong. Sigh.
Oh no! I hope you can track them down without too much hassle.