Tuesday, October 30, 2007

What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

As you are aware, the other day I wrote a story about using a jackhammer to bust up my porch and repair a large crack that had formed. Apparently though, Julie didn't think the end of my story lived up to anticipation of the lead-in when she claimed, "Glad nothing went wrong BUT with such foreshadowing you needed a better ending than, 'Everything was fine.' "

Well Julie, I am now happy to provide you with, as Paul Harvey would say, the rest of the story.

Yes, it's true, the porch job went as well as it could have. The jackhammer (and operator) performed perfectly, the cement mixed into a beautiful smooth paste that was easy to work with, and unlike what would have happened to Dan - I didn't shear off any of my toes.

The mission was accomplished without incident and my work was done.

Almost.

Fast forward to this last Sunday when I decided to clean my garage and prepare it for winter.

Motorcycles and snowblowers were moved, summer goods were stored in the attic, and the 50 lb bag of leftover cement was needing to be put away. No problem, I grabbed the bag by the top, lifted it up to carry it, and dropped it right back on the floor while a severe pain shot straight up my arm from my hand.

Ok, the good news is it's not broken. The bad news is I tore the tendon between my ring and baby finger on my right hand. The worse news is I have gigs on the horizon with The Receders in just a few weeks.

THAT could possibly go wrong.

There Julie. Are you happy now?

16 comments:

Mom Thumb said...

Ouch! I remember when Lois almost ripped her finger off getting her ring caught. Finger injuries make me cringe. Hope you heal before your gigs.

Julie Pippert said...

Umm NO! I am NOT happy. (A) I feel responsible, and (B) personal injury wasn't what I sought.

I was looking for something like, "It went so well I reshored my foundation and constructed a cement bubble dog igloo, which the neighbors admired so much I now have a thriving cement bubble dog igloo business..."

Or, "I couldn't figure out how to mix the cement so my wife stepped in and then we were so impressed with ourselves that we made Hollywood-style handprints...here's the photo..."

Not an injury! Before a gig!

Here's to fast healing.

And next time? DOLLY!

If it makes you feel any better it's been a crapper of a day for me. The little one has been doing science experiments, which sadly have incorporated carpet in two rooms, and the cat has decided older daughter's clothing shelves make a fine litterbox. My washer hasn't stopped spinning all day. Oh yeah and I have discovered I am a total rebel anarchist who gets squirmy every time the school begins another 'mold the young mind political propaganda' campaign and now everyone thinks I worship the Devil and bite the heads off bats because I questioned the wisdom of drug education for five year olds.

Julie
Using My Words

Jeff said...

linda - Wow, I'm surprised you know about that AND remember it! Mom did that at my house like 15 years ago!

julie - Of course you know I tease you in jest. But I couldn't resist including you in the follow up story since you set me up so well. ;-)

But I like your idea of a bubble dog igloo business. I think I would do really well with that. Hope your day gets better as well!

Mooselet said...

At first I thought, "Well that sounds painful but it's not like the time he threw out his back over the maggots." And then you mentioned your upcoming gigs and I felt very bad for having the above thought.

Does it make you feel better to know I spent yesterday curled up on the couch with viral conjunctivitis and a shooting pain in my eyeball?

Dan said...

I think you should sue Julie for every penny she has. After all, you're the victim here.

Elizabeth said...

Oh geeze! I hope you have a speedy recovery!
Oh, and I totally want a bubble dog igloo now, in fact I need two. Do you ship to Alaska?
:o) Elizabeth

Carla said...

Haven't you learned yet that you're getting old? Don't hate me...someone had to point it out.
You're welcome!

Bill said...

Bags of concrete are bags of gold for a chiropractor. You also know I have an inherited saying, but Lois said, "Don't you dare!.

Heather said...

Uh oh. Do we have to nickname you accident-prone man too?

Diesel said...

Yikes. I hope you're better in time for the show.

Jenny said...

I'm pretty sure you can sue Julie for that.

HEAL!

Mitch McDad said...

That's why I treat myself like a penned in veal. I figure the less I move the less a chance I can hurt myself.

Though actually, my friend and i moved my heavy ass desk from the second floor to the basement last night. My back is still killing me.

Hope you heal quickly and can make your gigs. I wish I had "gigs."

Mom said...

All I can think of to say is OMG!!! I'm devasted---how can you play keyboards with a torn ligament in your hand? I'm going to pray REALLY hard that you heal REALLY fast!!!!

deborah said...

it's a good thing your son wasn't standing there watching, huh! the laughter would've just killed you.

ice it up. amazing how fragile we get with age.

At first, I thought you were going to say the porch fell off.

Jeff said...

mooselet - Ooh, maggots. Ya gotta love the maggots.

dan - I couldn't do that. She alread recanted so graciously in the comment above. Now, if she had been a jerk...

elizabeth - You bet. I'm counting on Alaska to be my biggest market!

carla - Oh yeah? Well the one who says it IS it! Take that... phhhhtttt.

bill - Nice. I knew I could count on you for brining an old Bill-ism into this. (Don't feel sorry for someone dumb enough to get hurt)

heather - Might as well. I could use a new blogger alias anyway.

diesel - Thanks. Me too.

jenny - Was that a command to make my hand better or to lay down by your feet?

mitch - "penned in veal"? I must say that's the first time I've ever heard anyone describe himself as that. Good job Mitch.

mom - Thanks for the prayers, but since Jenny commanded my hand to "HEAL!" I don't think they'll be necessary. She's very powerful that way.

deborah - I wish... the porch I could fix in a hurry. The hand, eh - not so fast.

VE said...

See, obviously had you been single and not wearing that ring, you would have come out unscathed. That's what you get for being married! Besides, as a bachelor, you wouldn't have had the "to do" list in the first place; hence no cement! You would have had chips and sports instead!!!