Random blog - ready?
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True story. You're going to laugh. It's funny now - it was not funny then.
In my broken ankleness, I have this knee scooter thing. You put your knee on it and wheel around pushing with your other leg. It's not too bad - why didn't I have one of these sooner. (Side note: it was cheaper for me to just order one online than it was to do a rental with insurance. Amazon: $170. DME Purchase: $900 or $75 a month.) Anywho - it's difficult to get around still, have to focus on where I'm going, take the turns, can't move too fast.
The cool part is, in the apartment building, I can scoot off fast and then take the turns with both legs up. That's fun.
(Looking down from Mt. Helena - see the green arrow - that's where we are...)
(Looking up from downtown, Last Chance Gulch Street)
What is NOT fun - not fun at all - (but funny) is going down a slope. Uphill or slope, not difficult, just push, push, push.... whew... what a workout. Going downhill you have to use the hand brakes and your foot to 'skid' to a stop.
A few days ago, I decided to go out by myself. I had not done this yet, but was determined.
Exiting the apartment - difficult because I go down a hall, turn right, turn right again - open one of the double doors to the loading dock of the apartments, have to lift the scooter up the one step to the outside, put my weight on the doors, lift, get on the scooter. Up the loading area - up the sidewalk - think "UP" - we live close to the bottom of Mount Helena - it's a bit of an incline.
So I push off, up the sidewalk, up the sidewalk - thinking how thankful I am for Ben, the personal trainer, for strengthening my core and legs for this broken ankle adventure. Dexter, the best dog in the world, is following me and watching me carefully. We make it to the back sidewalk of the apartment, walking/scooting - he does his business - and after 10 minutes or so I decide to walk back.
Rolling down the sidewalk, brake - brake - foot skid - brake - brake - food skid. Brake, brake - foot skid... too fast, too fast, too fast!
Soon I find myself out of control, the handlebars are agitating erratically and I realize...
"@#%^... I'm going down."
And I did. I fell hard - on the cement wall of the loading dock and the ground. Immediately I attempt to right myself and Dexter is doing his best to inspect me and ascertain my condition.
Looking around - knowing SOMEONE saw this - I wheeled back into the building, apartment, couch... and assessed my condition.
Skinned knee and palm... HU-MIL-I-ATED.
I laid my head back with a racing mind, "Who does this?" "Did anyone see me?" "Did I mess up my knee more?" "These brakes stink!" "AHHH!"
I am clumsy. In fact, I'm the president of falling and injuring - but I sure have the best intentions in getting to the places I want to go.
This entire story - play it in your mind again - and now that a week has passed - this is really funny. It's movie, ironic funny.
The short story - downhill is more than a knee scooter, broken ankle Simone can handle.
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How's everyone? May is right around the corner and there are so many plans for June, August and September.
These Montana friends have been out of this world awesome. (Out of this world!!) I consider myself blessed - loved - and thankful. (Very thankful.)
...
I'm really blessed that my employer is allowing me to work from home. My department does not typically allow the long-term work from home experience but my new boss (and former boss) made this happen.
When I started working for this company our bestest friends said, "You're not going to like it. Corporate America is not your speed."
I think, in any other circumstance, they would have likely been right. But, crazy enough, I get this company. It gets me.
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That is all.
I wish you stories that make you laugh - make you thankful - and make you challenged.
And, hey, there is crazy light and love coming all the way from Montana - close to the bottom of Mt. Helena.... which is more steep than I realized.
- Simone
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True story. You're going to laugh. It's funny now - it was not funny then.
In my broken ankleness, I have this knee scooter thing. You put your knee on it and wheel around pushing with your other leg. It's not too bad - why didn't I have one of these sooner. (Side note: it was cheaper for me to just order one online than it was to do a rental with insurance. Amazon: $170. DME Purchase: $900 or $75 a month.) Anywho - it's difficult to get around still, have to focus on where I'm going, take the turns, can't move too fast.
The cool part is, in the apartment building, I can scoot off fast and then take the turns with both legs up. That's fun.
(Looking down from Mt. Helena - see the green arrow - that's where we are...)
(Looking up from downtown, Last Chance Gulch Street)
What is NOT fun - not fun at all - (but funny) is going down a slope. Uphill or slope, not difficult, just push, push, push.... whew... what a workout. Going downhill you have to use the hand brakes and your foot to 'skid' to a stop.
A few days ago, I decided to go out by myself. I had not done this yet, but was determined.
Exiting the apartment - difficult because I go down a hall, turn right, turn right again - open one of the double doors to the loading dock of the apartments, have to lift the scooter up the one step to the outside, put my weight on the doors, lift, get on the scooter. Up the loading area - up the sidewalk - think "UP" - we live close to the bottom of Mount Helena - it's a bit of an incline.
So I push off, up the sidewalk, up the sidewalk - thinking how thankful I am for Ben, the personal trainer, for strengthening my core and legs for this broken ankle adventure. Dexter, the best dog in the world, is following me and watching me carefully. We make it to the back sidewalk of the apartment, walking/scooting - he does his business - and after 10 minutes or so I decide to walk back.
Rolling down the sidewalk, brake - brake - foot skid - brake - brake - food skid. Brake, brake - foot skid... too fast, too fast, too fast!
Soon I find myself out of control, the handlebars are agitating erratically and I realize...
"@#%^... I'm going down."
And I did. I fell hard - on the cement wall of the loading dock and the ground. Immediately I attempt to right myself and Dexter is doing his best to inspect me and ascertain my condition.
Looking around - knowing SOMEONE saw this - I wheeled back into the building, apartment, couch... and assessed my condition.
Skinned knee and palm... HU-MIL-I-ATED.
I laid my head back with a racing mind, "Who does this?" "Did anyone see me?" "Did I mess up my knee more?" "These brakes stink!" "AHHH!"
I am clumsy. In fact, I'm the president of falling and injuring - but I sure have the best intentions in getting to the places I want to go.
This entire story - play it in your mind again - and now that a week has passed - this is really funny. It's movie, ironic funny.
The short story - downhill is more than a knee scooter, broken ankle Simone can handle.
...
How's everyone? May is right around the corner and there are so many plans for June, August and September.
These Montana friends have been out of this world awesome. (Out of this world!!) I consider myself blessed - loved - and thankful. (Very thankful.)
...
I'm really blessed that my employer is allowing me to work from home. My department does not typically allow the long-term work from home experience but my new boss (and former boss) made this happen.
When I started working for this company our bestest friends said, "You're not going to like it. Corporate America is not your speed."
I think, in any other circumstance, they would have likely been right. But, crazy enough, I get this company. It gets me.
...
That is all.
I wish you stories that make you laugh - make you thankful - and make you challenged.
And, hey, there is crazy light and love coming all the way from Montana - close to the bottom of Mt. Helena.... which is more steep than I realized.
- Simone
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