When I was still driving, I was terrified that a “local cop's cherry top” would scare me so much I would crash ... or run over someone. More than once I would circle back the way I came to make sure there were no dead bodies. Not that I felt anything, I just liked to be sure. Fortunately, I no longer drive, but I still scare.
This is no surprise to anyone who knows me, from the nephew who leaped out at me at the beach and said something about scaring me “out of my tweezers” to Claren who nearly sent me plunging out of my wheelchair when she goosed me as we were playing.
Tonight, my 5-year-old niece learned about my jumpiness.
She and her little brother have discovered the knobs and handles on the back of my wheelchair are perfect places to climb up, especially since they can duck down below the wheelchair back and I can hardly see them.
I heard someone run past me when I was getting in my chair, but I didn't pay any attention because not paying attention during transfers is how I fall.
Or I fall (almost anyway) because just when I lean into the back of my chair, a voice in my ear shouts “Uncle Matt.”
Monday, February 16, 2009
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If it is any consolation, I think that she might have scared herself. She didn't quite know what to do with the fact that she had managed to actually scare a grownup.
xo
ejd
scared you out of your tweezers, or should i say suspenders!
so that's why you said today that your last words are likely to be, "No! Katherine!"
JTG
Not really feeling better about it. She might as well have donned a Mr. Plaque mask.
I could not remember the second part of the tweezers comment so I am glad you did.
And yes, although my money is actually on her brother doing me in.
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