Thursday, July 20, 2017

Accident Waiting To Happen / Un Accidente En Potencia

La versión español está después de la foto.

I'VE BEEN ACCIDENT prone lately. Yes, more than usual!

In the past week, I have hit my head on a sharp chrome handle on a kitchen cabinet. Three times!

Yesterday, I walked into the glass door to the terrace (nose first). I didn't realize San Geraldo had closed the door. Obviously, the glass is very clean. Fortunately, I was moving slowly.

I slid a bedroom window open without getting my finger out of the way of the other window. Twice. Different hand. Corresponding finger. Blood blisters.

An Appropriate Photo
I spent the summer of 1976 in Italy and hit my leg on some equipment at my friend's marble factory (Carrara marble, not little round marbles). I didn't know at the time, but I slightly tore a quadriceps muscle. By ignoring it for a week and then driving to Portofino, taking a boat to the bay of San Frutuosa, and then climbing a stepped cliff to go swimming at the beach there, I tore it much more.

The next day, I flew home. On my arrival in New York, my left leg was so swollen that it split the seam in my tight Fiorucci jeans. My parents and brother were flying to England for three weeks and we passed each other in the airport. I was at the hospital the next day. Anyway, I'm fine now. (I regained the 10 pounds.)

While staying on the Isle of Wight, the Kid Brother broke a very old window when he tried to close it. He cut the principal artery in his right thumb. He would have bled to death had my mother not gone upstairs to check on him. She saw the broken glass in the hall, and ran for the manager. The Kid Brother was in his locked room running his hand under cold water for 15 minutes. He figured he had everything under control.

Three weeks later, my cast was off, I was down to a splint, and getting around on crutches.

We posed for the Dowager Duchess when they got home.

THE WALKING WOUNDED.
EL CAMINANTE HERIDO.

HE ESTADO PROPENSO a los accidentes últimamente. Sí, más de lo habitual.

Durante la semana pasada, he golpeado mi cabeza en un tirador en la cocina. ¡Tres veces!

Ayer, entré en la puerta de cristal a la terraza (nariz primero). No me di cuenta de que San Geraldo había cerrado la puerta. Obviamente, el cristal es muy limpio. Afortunadamente, me movía lentamente. 

Abrí una ventana del dormitorio sin sacar el dedo del camino de la otra ventana. Dos veces. Mano diferente. Dedo correspondiente. Ampollas de sangre.

Una Foto Apropiada
Pasé el verano de 1976 en Italia y me golpeé la pierna en algún equipo en la fábrica de mármol de mi amiga (mármol de Carrara, no mármoles redondos). No lo sabía en ese momento, pero ligeramente arrancé un músculo cuádriceps. Me duele pero ignorándolo durante una semana y luego conduciendo a Portofino, tomando un barco a la bahía de San Frutuosa, y luego subiendo un acantilado escalonado para nadar en la playa allí, lo rasgué mucho más.

Al día siguiente, volé a casa. A mi llegada a Nueva York, mi pierna izquierda estaba tan hinchada que rompió la costura en mis ajustados jeans italianos. Mis padres y mi hermano viajaban a Inglaterra por tres semanas y nos pasábamos en el aeropuerto. Estuve en el hospital al día siguiente. De todos modos, estoy bien ahora. (Recuperé las 10 libras de peso.)

Durante su estancia en la Isla de Wight, el Hermanito rompió una ventana muy antigua cuando trató de cerrarla. Cortó la arteria principal en su pulgar derecho. Él habría sangrado hasta la muerte si mi madre no hubiera subido a verlo. Vio el cristal roto en el pasillo y corrió hacia el gerente. El Hermanito estaba en su habitación cerrado, pasando su mano bajo agua fría durante 15 minutos. Pensó que tenía todo bajo control.

Tres semanas después, el yeso había quitado, yo tenía una férula, y moverse con muletas.

Hemos posado para la Duquesa Viuda cuando regresaron.

24 comments:

  1. We might have to start calling Carolina Klutz

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    1. mistress maddie:
      I go through phases. I think it has to do with depression and distraction. But it can be very entertaining.

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  2. Ow ow ow. Ow!
    It's making me weak in the legs, thinking of the kid bro running water over that cut for 15 minutes. Ow ow ow. Ow!

    Good job, guys, on keeping the glass so clean on the door to the terrace. I guess? Ha! My dear Mitchell, I hope there are no more accidents in your near futuro!
    Judy

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    1. Judy:
      Chuck scared my parents half to death. And it was a wake-up call that he wasn't prepared to make the right choices in an emergency. He was only around 16 at the time and hasn't done anything like that since. And I've had no accidents since I posted yesterday!!!

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  3. Wilma20 July, 2017 18:55
    I feel your pain - literally! A couple of days ago I did what I have started to call a "Mitchell" when I ran right into the glass door that had blown shut. My nose is pretty small, so I hit it forehead first, right over my left eye. It is still a little tender and swollen, but no obvious bruising.
    Back to your split seam - who knew that tight jeans could be a compression bandage ?! Glad you and KB survived / are surviving.

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    1. Wilma:
      My nose is kind of Roman (Roman all over my face), so it's an easy target. I have a permanent scar on the bridge of my nose from multiple connections with car trunk lids. Hope your forehead is feeling less tender today!

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  4. Must 'run in the family'!! .....ouch and ouch!
    Your poor mother!!! What she had to deal with!! lol (...I know...)

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    1. Jim:
      I'm the worst of the bunch. Dale was very agile and graceful. So was my father. I'm agile... Chuck is now very careful!

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  5. My gawd, it's a wonder you're both still here!

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    1. Debra:
      It sure is. That was really Chuck's one close call.

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  6. A great picture, even though it probably reminds you of that unpleasant accident.

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    1. Stephen:
      The picture makes me smile. Chuck was a bit traumatized but, when he saw me at the airport in my splint and bandage, he beamed. I told him we were exactly alike and he loved that.

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  7. When you do not get along with the furniture at home you might have to consider Feng Shui. I hope this is the case and you are not just jinx.

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    1. Petie:
      Minimalism has its benefits, as do gigantic spaces. We have neither!

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  8. I agree with Jim....your poor mother!

    Glad you're ok!

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    1. Jennifer:
      Chuck's cut really scared her. The other stuff she took in stride -- to the point of being too casual. When I was 11, I had 103 fever. She asked me if I wanted her to call the doctor. I said, "No." The next morning I had 104. She blamed ME for not calling the doctor the day before. I had a dangerous sinus infection. All my fault.

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  9. Yet one more thing we have in common, Mitch. We're a danger to ourselves!

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    1. Bob:
      It's probably a good think we don't take unnecessary chances. Just living is dangerous enough.

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  10. Goodness, that is quite a story! My Chuck came home from work yesterday with a scraped up arm and side from tripping over a box of fluorescent light bulbs. Ah yes, we all are so graceful!
    Take care Mitchell.
    Robin

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    1. Robin:
      Ouch! Hope he didn't break the bulbs!

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