Sunday, August 22, 2010
A week ago on Saturday, I decided to paint Amy's closet. It's the first time her closet has been empty since we moved into our house 25 years ago this month. A perfect time to paint, right? While standing on the top step of an old step stool, I was painting the last corner, I leaned too far to the right and could feel myself falling. I over corrected only to fall hard! My paint brush flew out of my hand along with the almost empty paint can. I ended up on the floor of the closet. My tooth went through my lower lip, I knocked my head, bruised my hip, lower leg, upper arm...etc. Mike luckily was in the kitchen and came to my rescue. He first wanted to know what I did and then offered to pick me up but I just wanted to lay on the ground and not move and then I insisted that he first clean the carpet where the paint can fell which was not on the tarp (of course). He brought me ice and Advil and finished painting the last corner of the closet. I had a lump on my head for a week. On Friday, I noticed that my bruises were lovely shades of yellow and purple. I really love yellow and purple, they are amazing contrasting colors, actually my favorite colors, just not on my skin!