Tuesday, November 27, 2012
2:30 in the morning is for sleeping, not for lying awake staring at the shadows on the wall and listening to the whir of the fan. But I guess since I was asleep at 7:30 the night before it shouldn't have been too unexpected.
I tried to go back to sleep, I fought with the blankets and the pillows trying to find nirvana but it just wasn't happening. Finally about 3:30 I threw the blankets back and jumped up out of frustration. I don't do mornings, especially in the middle of the night mornings.
What in the hell was I going to do at 3:30 in the morning? I decided to get dressed and go out for breakfast. I felt around in the dark and found a pair of jeans. I pulled them on and searched for a sweatshirt. I found one, grabbed my shoes and purse and was out the door.
When I got down to the garage I noticed I'd parked a little too close to the wall. I tried to wriggle myself in between the front of the car and the wall. It was then the entire morning continued its decent into hell.
I tripped on my shoe and went flying. I tried to stop the fall to no avail. I went out and down hitting the car and my motorcycle on the way down to the concrete. I landed on the garage floor with my left knee and my left arm went straight for the motorcycle.
I couldn't move. I couldn't get up. I couldn't think of anything but the possibility of having a broken leg and a messed up motorcycle. I didn't just hit, I hit hard. It took me forever before I could get the nerve to try to get off the ground and see if I could stand.
When I did get up I was able to stand, although it was a bit difficult to do. My knee was throbbing and my arm had an incredibly sharp pain radiating through it. I thought about going to the hospital and having x-rays but hunger won out.
I hobbled to the car, fell into the driver's seat, crying all the while, and made it to Shari's for a half order of eggs benedict. What I really needed was a couple of vicodin and a bottle of Tequila.
I spent the rest of the day from hell in bed, leg elevated and iced, gobbling ibuprofen and Tylenol and trying to forget how ridiculous I must have looked flying through the air, hitting two vehicles in the process before landing in a rather un-lady like position on the cold concrete floor.
Next time I wake up in the middle of the night and can't go back to sleep I think I'll just flip on the TV.