Falling Down Part 2

This is not my house after a major weather event in spite of the many, many parallels which can be drawn between the two with or without the weather event.

This is from the Ware River public landing at the end of the road between Hodges & Bryant and Long Bridge Ordinary in neighboring Gloucester County. My mother used to live nearby and told me about this place once, but I forgot what she said.

Just like I forgot to post the rest of her story a while back on Falling Down. At the time, I thought the story ended rather abruptly, but not so much that I considered looking for the rest of what she wrote.

Tonight I was climbing Mount Paperwork and Peak de Procrastination on my desk and I unearthed the second page, the rest of the story.

So now we pick up where that story left off, which was where she was talking about her tendency to fall a lot and the dangerous staircases in the old farmhouse she lives in.
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The Rest of the Story
by Chesapeake Bay Mother
(This title brought to you by Chesapeake Bay Woman's impeccable organizational skills and her attention to detail.)

"...The third story of the house contains a huge walk-in attic with a full stair; again, as in the cellar, there are no handrails, so feet have to get it right. Carrying items for storage up and bringing them down involves many steps. The tricky part is the last few steps going down. If you forget a couple of steps, as I did, you take an inadvertent giant step, propelling you and whatever you're toting at a 45-degree angle into a wall. If you manage to land standing--you're good. I didn't. No broken bones, no lacerations, just bruising and cussing and possible whiplash.

The main staircase has a handrail, which is no help when you're going for a light switch in the middle of the night and lose your way at the head of the stairs. That one hurt. The list included: one concussion, two fractured fingers, several fractured bones in the right foot, right jaw trauma (preventing opening the mouth), right temple trauma, and bruising all over.

I stood up and walked next door to Chesapeake Bay Daughter's and we went to the nearest hospital, where Husband was sleeping like a baby as a patient. No lack of irony for us. After rigorous examination, I was sent home to visit a specialist the next day for an apparatus to wear for three months to help heal fractures.

Once home, Husband marveled at the list of physical damages; he said his favorite one was the frozen jaw...as if he ever listened to a word I say."

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From Chesapeake Bay Woman:

THE END really this time. I promise.

I think.