If I go out, I dress according to the holiday. This year I spent the day at home, but I still “wore” the colors red, white and blue, only not in traditional way.
Here’s what happened …
After Dieter came home from work and we’d had coffee, we went grocery shopping. Halfway through, and this is something I never do, I asked for a can of pineapple. Dieter picked up a can and put it in the trolley.
Once home we did what we always do … I unloaded the shopping bags and Dieter put the stuff away. To save time, I first gave him all the cabinet items, followed by deepfreeze items and lastly fridge items.
Dieter opened the fridge, positioned himself in front of the shelves, and I put things on the edge of the door which he took and gave a place.
Things went fine, until I placed the can of pineapple on the edge of the door and then it went wrong. The can slipped off, not that I saw it, but I certainly felt it. My left foot exploded with pain.
For minutes I couldn’t move. I stood there, doubled over, groaning with pain, thinking I was going to pass out, and feeling more nauseous by the second.
Eventually I was able to shuffle to a chair and sat down, my foot throbbing with a nauseating pain.
Of course, this had to be documented, so I took a picture. And that’s when I saw it … my foot was white, the bruise was blue, with a nice red stripe in the middle.
Okay, so there were no stars, but one can't have everything.