"You know me..."

Sorry about not doing a Not Me Monday yesterday.

It's not that I didn't have enough to do one,

I just had a horrible headache and couldn't get

excited about doing it.

So, anyway, Paul called yesterday from work, and I

could tell from the sound of his voice that something

was wrong. Then he said,

"You know me..."

And I cringed.

The rest of that sentence went something very much

like, "if there's a way to get hurt, I'm going to find it.

I fell down a flight of stairs that didn't have a hand rail."

And I cringed again.

"How bad is it?"

"Oh, it's not that bad. I landed on my right shoulder, though,

and the metal step shoved right under my shoulder blade."

Luckily, he went down on his back, and not end over end!

He went out to the company hospital and they sent him home early,

but didn't do xrays or anything which frustrates me.

The reason he pointed out that he hurt his right shoulder is

because he tore his rotator cuff in that same shoulder in

another accident at work about 6 years ago.

That one required surgery and around 6 months out of work.

That one could so easily have killed him.

That one still gives me chills to think about.

But thank God, he walked away with just a torn rotator cuff.

And thank God for workman's comp!! LOL. We'd have never

made it without it.

My poor husband is an accident magnet. Surely you remember

that less than 3 months ago he cut his thumb on his table saw?

Yeah, it was his right thumb.

{sigh}

Then my thoughts start going places I don't like to go.

Morbid and melancholy places I don't like to think about.

And then I pray about it and feel better.

Until the next time he calls and says,

"You know me..."

Well, as long as he can still call I guess I'll be ok.

Sorry this was such a downer. This is just where I

am today. Thanks for listening. Or reading.

Or whatever.

TTFN,