Damn the Rain

I'm sure just about everyone got caught in the lovely monsoon that we had this afternoon. Trying to drive through East Peoria to get home was interesting to say the least with the streets being flooded because the drainage couldn't keep up. Well I finally make it home and walk into the house. The front stairs are wet from all the driving rain and I didn't think much of it because I'm still wearing my work boots. I release the hounds from their torment of loneliness and have to drag them out into the pouring rain so they can relieve themselves. After 10 minutes of standing in the downpour, I bring them back in and dry them off. (Let me say this, Maggie HATES being dried off. She much rather shake herself dry or lay on the bed and get the bedding soaked then deal with a towel. When she sees the towel coming at her you better be ready for a tug of war match.) Today though was different. I didn't have to fight with either dog to get them dried off as much as I could.
Well a couple of hours later they needed to go outside again. I figure that it won't be that bad since the rain stopped. So I hook them both up and out the door we go. As they go trotting off to do their business, I realize that my loving girlfriend will be home soon. So as I drag them both back into the house and get them unhooked to run around, I figure I will go get the mail. Now keep in mind I'm home, alone, with just the two dogs. No other being with opposable thumbs that can dial 911 in case something were to happen. So as I step back out the door and go to head down the soaked wooden stairs, I catch the edge of the top stair with the sandals I'm wearing and slip. Usually when something like this happens to a person, it feels like it takes forever to hit the ground. Not this time. I didn't even have enough time to start saying "Oh Shit!" and I was already on the ground. So there I am sitting on the wet ground, in pain, with both dogs whining and scratching at the door freaking out because they both saw what just happened to me. After a couple of minutes of sitting there making sure I can move my arms, legs, fingers, toes as well as being able to breath without severe pain I dig the cell phone out of my pocket. Am I calling 911? Hell no! I'm not that damn smart. I send a text message to the loving girlfriend trying to find out how long before she gets home. As I pull myself to my feet(a little wobbly but not bad) my phone goes off. Ahh the girlfriend responding.(too much pain to pull the phone out of my pocket much less respond) As I stand there trying to hold myself up, here she comes. She pulls up and asks something. Honestly even now I don't remember what she asked me. I told her that I fell. This in turn gets met with "Aww poor baby fall down go boom?" Then she sees my arm. The jokes stopped after that.

Here's a picture of my arm 3 hours afterwards. (There's a bruise on my back from where I hit the bottom step, but I'm going to be nice and not subject anyone to any torture like that. Just a picture of the arm is bad enough.)




I have to say the one thing that was funny about this little slip was that when I hit the ground, my right sandal came off my foot and landed about 10 feet away from me in the middle of the yard.
Needless to say as I get ready for bed, my arm hurts like hell, my back hurts like hell, and my ego's a little sore as well. The true pisser of the entire thing is that when I finally made it safely out to the mail box, there was no mail at all. For that much pain I'd at least take a bill, late notice or something. Well there's always tomorrow.