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2009-06-30 8:58 PM
The Baby Gate

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I have not told a stupid story in a while, so I thought I would drag one out tonight. All went well at work today so there was nothing to report there.

How to start this story? When we first got a computer, and we were on America Online, with a gabillion of our closest friends, the year was 1998. I was intrigued with chat rooms, and I kept going back to one in particular. The title was "Married With Kids 3". I found that the same group of women met there quite a bit, and we all shared several things in common. We exchanged our home addresses, and sent Christmas and birthday cards to one another. We were a pretty tight knit group, and as a matter of fact, we still are. Pam came to visit me for a week one year, then the next year, Jenny and her family did as well. I was the only one whom lives on the West Coast, so it was a big deal for them to come out here.

In 2001, I was working for the Corporation, and had been for 10 years as a manager. I was up to 4 weeks paid vacation, plus I was to recieve an eight week sabatical. That is eight consecutive weeks off, to do what I wished. That is a lot of time off...12 weeks paid in one year. WOW...I made big plans. I took the first two weeks of August, to have 'me' time. I flew to Cincinati, and stayed with Jenny for a week. She put me on a Greyhound bus towards Detroit, where Jennifer picked me up. I stayed with her for a few days when her and Barb took me to Saginaw to stay with Pam for a few days, then we all met back with Jennifer in Detroit. We all had tickets to a Seattle Mariner/ Detroit Lion game in the new Comerica Park. We also had a big "Thanksgiving Dinner" in August. Jennifer drove from Cincinati, and I returned home with her. She placed my butt on the plane, and I went home...That was probably the best trip I have ever taken, I had the most tremendous time. Good folks everywhere.

At our Thanksgiving Dinner, near Detroit, a whole bunch of folks were coming over. Mind you, I am not accustomed to any alcoholic beverages, this being no exception. It was time for me to make the gravy, and Jennifer said I would need to go into the garage, where the second refrigerator was located, to get another gallon of milk. the only thing between me and the garage, was the baby gate. I had one MGD in me, and I felt invincible. I took a running start, and hurdled that gate as if I was back in high school. The only problem? The landing...as my left foot touched the ground, I heard a sound of chicken bones snapping, while my foot took a funky turn. I landed on my butt, and everyone asked if I was okay, as I started laughing, and crying. I jumped up, saying I was all good, and made my way out the door. I then sat on the steps, thinking I was indeed hurt pretty badly. I grabbed the milk, and hobbled out towards the road, and in through the front door. I handed someone the milk, and sat and removed my shoe. At this point, my whole foot swelled up two or three sizes, and turned nasty shades of red, blue and purple.

Jennifer looked at it, said it is broken, and we need to go to the ER. I said oh no...I cannot be the cause of all of us finally under one roof, and leave. I said the ER would take forever anyway, have you got any pain killers? She handed me a couple Tylenol #3's, and I chased 'em down with MGD #2. I did not make the gravy, but sat and enjoyed all the good company. After dinner, it took two men to carry me out to the van, and we all loaded up. Six women, all a bit tipsy, 'cept maybe the driver... I vaguely remember the room I was in. They said only 2 people in there with me, but we found a way to squeeze everyone in. I only remember laughing even when the doctor was splinting me up. Two broken bones, and one chipped off completely.

So much for helping Jenny drive back to her home. The flight from Cinci to Dallas was empty, and I was able to elevate my whole leg the entire flight. From there to Seattle was packed to the hilt, and my leg was down, and I nearly cried that whole 6 hour flight. They offered me wine, but I said I was on some heavy meds, and it might not be in anyones best interest to have me too loopy.

Once home, I was not able to return to work for 12 or 13 weeks. Since McDs is a self-insured employer, and I was a manager in good standing, with so many years of service, I was off with full pay, plus the vacations, plus the sabatical. I worked one week after healing before the sabatical started. From August 1st, to January 3rd, One week of work, with full pay...My feet were ever so soft.

My left foot is still a bit bigger than my right, and it still aches easily. I am over it though...I would do it all again...

Tonights dinner was bbq chicken, mozz bread, rice, and corn.

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