We’ve all had this experience. It’s winter, there’s snow and ice around, and as such, the danger of slipping on it is ever present. Most people are able to avoid slipping on their ass; I, however, am not.
Rewind to a few days ago when I was taking out the mountain of trash leftover from Christmas. Now, as a back story, something I detest about winter is that just taking out the trash here becomes an adventure. It nearly requires arctic gear and sled dogs. I hate wearing socks and shoes in any weather, but, in winter it becomes compulsory, especially with a foot of snow on the ground. Then there’s the heavy coat because it’s bitterly cold out. All this just to take out the trash!
So after ridding myself of the trash, I decided to stop by my car before going back inside. We’ve had a string of never ending snow storms here, so I’ve been going through windshield wiper fluid rather quickly. I bought a new bottle not long ago and it was time to put more in. However, it was in the trunk of the car. While I park under covered parking, there’s a nasty side-effect: snow melts, drips off and creates ice sheets right behind the car. While I thought I was being careful, I missed that oasis of dry pavement and when my foot came into contact with the ice…
…..CRASH!!
I didn’t just fall, I went down arms flailing. I managed to catch myself on the ice with my knee. There was a loud CRACK! when my knee came into contact with the ice. I also apparently stopped myself with my arm somehow because when I woke up the next day? I felt like I’d aged 10 years. I have a nice bruise forming on my knee and it is swollen. Unfortunately, this is the same knee I fell on in Amsterdam, and, ironically, I was wearing the same pair of jeans.
Of course, yesterday, the ice melted, so I couldn’t go destroy it with salt, but I have a feeling after last night’s snow storm, it will be back.
And I will be waiting with a bag of salt and an ice pick.
Filed under: Apartment Life, Weather | Tagged: falling, ice, winter
