OWW!

Sorry, it’s not the good kind. But I took on a dangerous job this weekend and managed to hurt myself. It’s spring here and time to plant flowers. Some years I leave it totally up to Nick to both pick what we want and to plant. But I decide to try something new this year. I got several colorful pots, lots of different flowers to put in them to try to brighten up the car port and small deck we have. 

We usually put impatients in the tiny circle in front of the house, but I decided on geraniums instead. I like the bright red when I pull into the carport. So just like the gardener I’m not, I began planting. Doesn’t really look like it would be a dangerous job, does it? You’d be surprised.

 

There were nine little plants and I’d planted seven of them, when something happened. I still don’t know what. But as I was bending over I lost balance somehow. I tried to catch myself so I wouldn’t land on the plants and break them all. But all I know for sure is that I pitched forward and slammed the top of my head into the edge on one of the surrounding stones. Man that hurt! My hands were filthy so I didn’t want to check to see if I was bleeding. I texted Nick asking if he could come out there for a minute. No blood, just a big bump on the top of my head.

 

I decided I’d done enough planting for the day and sat for the next little bit with the ice pack Nick brought me. I just don’t think manual labor is for me. It wasn’t until I got in bed that night that my leg hurt as I got in. I realize I’d scrapped it badly and bruised it too. It hurts worse than my head. I’m sticking with my computer from now on. I may be in danger of breaking a nail, but it seems the safest option.