Busted

 Busted

My dad, Edson Carl Beck used to tease that if he had a million dollars, (That was when a million dollars really meant something) that he would buy a new butt. His had a hoe and a crack in it. It was a saying he would often spoof us kids with. I am late posting toddy. I am scatterbrained today. With the cold and snow I have been spending time outside keeping up with the snow and the wind. The cold is a little more intense than I like, but there isn’t much I can do except complain to the Global Warmer liars.

I will keep this post short, but not too sweet. Monday morning early I was carrying a load of dirty towels and washcloths to the basement to toss them in the washer. As I descended the stairs from the second floor, I fell about 3.5 feet to thee wooden floor when the wall I was leaning on ran out. There is no railing on that side. I thought I knew better, but just wasn’t thinking.

Well, I bounced my butt and lower back on the floor before the back of my head ricocheted off the floor too. That scared me because of the previous brain bleeds in 2015. Scary. I collected my self and did a self exam. All my parts were still attached, but I sat in my recliner to recuperate. I was able later to finish my wash, but more slowly.

I am still feeling the after effects from a stiff neck and soreness when I walk in an area between my sacrum and my coccyx. A spot I can do nothing about except enjoy my heating pad and ibuprophen. I’m a little late with my post. So sorry. Stay warm and safe.