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One of the highlights of the British winter is black ice, which on tarmac looks identical to wet tarmac. Consequently, while walking the pooch this morning I marched merrily out of a puddle onto the ice and fell flat on my back. I must've lost a few minutes because an elderly lady who was in the distance when I fell was standing over me when I opened my eyes. She didn't know whether to laugh or be worried. I have bruises everywhere but the dog thought it was great fun! He loves it when we get down on the floor nd he can reach to lick us.
Another ow! Himself has decided to put a loft access in my writing space. I can understand the sense of it. When the plumber plumbed in the radiators on the top floor he made life easy for himself by putting water pipes across the other loft access so we can't reach anything that is stored up there [the man was an idiot]. So yes, it's a job that needs doing. But I wish he'd used dustsheets. Now I have books, papers, PC etc smothered in gritty Victoria plaster dust and bits of loft insulation, and a big hole in the ceiling through which a deluge of icy air streams and warm air wells up. I'd probably be more amused by this if I wasn't sore and achey and still a bit damp with dog spit.
Another ow! Himself has decided to put a loft access in my writing space. I can understand the sense of it. When the plumber plumbed in the radiators on the top floor he made life easy for himself by putting water pipes across the other loft access so we can't reach anything that is stored up there [the man was an idiot]. So yes, it's a job that needs doing. But I wish he'd used dustsheets. Now I have books, papers, PC etc smothered in gritty Victoria plaster dust and bits of loft insulation, and a big hole in the ceiling through which a deluge of icy air streams and warm air wells up. I'd probably be more amused by this if I wasn't sore and achey and still a bit damp with dog spit.
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Well, injuries to the bottom hurt, but injuries to the head are seriously dangerous.
Like my colleague who fell on her head while skiing a few years ago, and when her headache didn't go away, she was put into one of those holo-x-ray tubes (dunno if CT or MRT; the latter probably as it was about soft tissue), and they found some raspberry-sized spongy blood thing. At first, they didn't have to do anything, but she had symptoms again a few months ago, and then they found the thing had swelled and already bled twice, and was dangerously close to the brain stem so it might bleed into the cerebrospinal fluid, which would mean severe damage, if not the end. So she had to have brain surgery last Monday. I was very worried about her until I heard on Wednesday that she had made it and was back from her artificial coma, and yesterday evening she called me on the phone and chatted for a few minutes and was quite herself again, even though she said she still has motoric difficulties and won't be allowed to drive for half a year -- and she lives in the country, so things are going to be difficult! Also, in her absence, her cat Frieda refused to eat anything but tuna. I was so happy to talk to her, though!
Anyway, you have two cats who might demand tuna in your absence, and really need your car, so please take care and get yourself seen to if anything changes for the worse as described in the leaflet Charlotte linked!