I've been having some issues with the woodstove lately. Actually, it's mostly keeping a fire going because A) I've run out of firestarters and B) I can't seem to collect enough kindling to save my life. Not that I haven't tried, but a lot of it is damp from all the freaking rain.
It takes me about 2 hours to get a fire going steady and that's a lot of babysitting. A lot of jumping around, kneeling and whatnot. So one my merry jaunts up and down my kneecap connected with the leading edge of the bricks.
Mother of God, I thought I broke something. The pain was so bloody excruciating, I just sort lie there, writhing. TheBoy was the only one in the house and he was really concerned about why his father is suddenly having some kind of seizure on the floor.
It took a good while for me to have any sense that I was not, in fact, going to have to make a hospital trip and possibly end up with some nifty cane or horrific cast.
posted by Evil Wayne @ 9:46 AM
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