Yeah. I'm a Renken. It happens.
Damn. Better Cheddars can cause a lot of problems.
Y'see, Heather and I went grocery shopping yesterday. Matt usually works during the week, so when we do go shopping, we'll go through his register line. One of the the things we tease him about is when we were kids and we had Better Cheddars all the time. He doesn't believe they exist, so every time we see him we show him the box.
Well, I had the brilliant idea to buy a box for him so he could actually try them for himself.
When we got home, I put them down in the basement. I had no idea Heather was inviting him over later, and I didn't want Joey to eat them, so that's where they went.
So, Matt comes over, and I decided to go get them so he could take them home. I make my way down the stairs carefully, like I always do, and just as I make it to the last stairs..
I FALL.
I fall hard onto my ass and bump my kidney that I had the biopsy against the stairs.
Of course, everyone upstairs heard the commotion my fall caused, and my mother flips. After I assess if I'm in shock or not, I get up off the floor just fine and get the box of Better Cheddars. Mum is flipping out like mad because I'm rubbing around the area near my kidney and my butt. Arguing and more flipping out commences, and in the end, we solved the issue by calling my doctor to see if a visit to the ER would be necessary.
My doctor spares my ass by saying as long as my kidney didn't take the first impact, I'd be fine with an ice pack and laying down for a long while. So, I did.
I'm pretty damn lucky. My butt took the brunt force of the fall, and I don't have any bruising or bleeding, but I am pissed that I slipped and fell before my appt. with the rheumatologist. I gave quite a few people a heart attack.
I'm even more pissed now because I'm officially banned from going down to the basement. If I want something from there, I have to go outside, go around the side of the house, unlock the door, push up the stairs, then go in, get what I want and reverse everything - or ask someone to go get what I want from the basement.
So, thanks to a box of Better Cheddars, I'm banned from going down to the basement.
All in all, I'm fine. I have no bruising, no bleeding, no severe pain, nothing. If anything, my ego is bruised from the fall because now I have to ask someone to go down into the basement for me. So much for that "I do these things myself" independence I earned.
Nabisco better be happy I love Better Cheddars.
Y'see, Heather and I went grocery shopping yesterday. Matt usually works during the week, so when we do go shopping, we'll go through his register line. One of the the things we tease him about is when we were kids and we had Better Cheddars all the time. He doesn't believe they exist, so every time we see him we show him the box.
Well, I had the brilliant idea to buy a box for him so he could actually try them for himself.
When we got home, I put them down in the basement. I had no idea Heather was inviting him over later, and I didn't want Joey to eat them, so that's where they went.
So, Matt comes over, and I decided to go get them so he could take them home. I make my way down the stairs carefully, like I always do, and just as I make it to the last stairs..
I FALL.
I fall hard onto my ass and bump my kidney that I had the biopsy against the stairs.
Of course, everyone upstairs heard the commotion my fall caused, and my mother flips. After I assess if I'm in shock or not, I get up off the floor just fine and get the box of Better Cheddars. Mum is flipping out like mad because I'm rubbing around the area near my kidney and my butt. Arguing and more flipping out commences, and in the end, we solved the issue by calling my doctor to see if a visit to the ER would be necessary.
My doctor spares my ass by saying as long as my kidney didn't take the first impact, I'd be fine with an ice pack and laying down for a long while. So, I did.
I'm pretty damn lucky. My butt took the brunt force of the fall, and I don't have any bruising or bleeding, but I am pissed that I slipped and fell before my appt. with the rheumatologist. I gave quite a few people a heart attack.
I'm even more pissed now because I'm officially banned from going down to the basement. If I want something from there, I have to go outside, go around the side of the house, unlock the door, push up the stairs, then go in, get what I want and reverse everything - or ask someone to go get what I want from the basement.
So, thanks to a box of Better Cheddars, I'm banned from going down to the basement.
All in all, I'm fine. I have no bruising, no bleeding, no severe pain, nothing. If anything, my ego is bruised from the fall because now I have to ask someone to go down into the basement for me. So much for that "I do these things myself" independence I earned.
Nabisco better be happy I love Better Cheddars.