AFTER a 2 am rushed trip to the bathroom, moving 6 inches at a time in the walker, fighting back tears and obscenities, I make it back to bed in the dark, turn the walker towards the wall, and hear three things hit the ground.
The Walker wheels caught the phone charger. The noises were the phone, and my glasses. The other noise was the other half of my glasses.
Of course, the phone I cannot see survived. I can't drive to the optometrist without glasses.
I cried like a little bitch, occasionally laughing maniacally at the absurd pain level and sequence of events.
I now have potential unknown spelling errors over what? Pride?
I could have just pissed myself.
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