Allyuh! Steups…

I know that sometimes when yuh start reading my posts, u say, “nah. She lying. Stop it Stacey. Stop it.” U think that I’m a lady with a vivid imagination and I make up stories so that u’ll keep coming back. I swear to you right now that I am not and I cannot make this shit up.

I may have mentioned before that Sdee cooks in bulk for me and I freeze the food so I just move what I want to eat from freezer to fridge as I go along. So 2 nights ago, I was standing in front my freezer trying to figure out what I was going to move and when I finally decided, I picked up the ziplock bag, opened the fridge and, of course, as it was going from one to the other it fell out my hand (now I’m talking about a gallon sized ziplock bag full of frozen food here eh). It hit the floor and at first I breathed a sigh of relief cuz if that shit had fall on my foot? Allyuh!!! we’d be having a much different conversation right now. 30 secs later, I was steupsin because it was on the floor so that meant I had to bend down and pick it up.

bending down/over to pick up something from the floor is not my favourite thing to do. My balance at any given time just standing still can be questionable, so add bending over or down to the mix and there is potential for a disastrous ending. Then of course, if I end up all the way down then I have to figure out how to get up, blahblahblah…u know the rest. So, it’s just not my favourite thing to do and actually there are times that things drop and I just cyah bother pick them up so I just leave them where they fall. This was not such a time, so I had to bend over to pick up the bag. The good news was that I was standing in a corner of the kitchen between my cabinets so I knew I’d have stable, unmoving  support if I was a little off kilter as I headed down. I bent over, grabbed the bag and started going back up and…nothing. I couldn’t get upright. What the hell? I tried again…still didn’t budge…and then I felt something pulling on my sweater. you believe that because I was so nicely wedged in the corner, that as I bent over, my sweater hooked onto the knob of a drawer and it was completely hooked in with no give whatsoever which was preventing me from standing upright?!?

i figured that maybe if I kept trying to straighten up, it would slide off the knob, but no. The only thing I could do was to go down lower and hope that the sweater would unhook.  Then, of course, I had to hope that I wasn’t so low that I wouldn’t be able to get back up. Geezanages I really couldn’t believe it. Luckily that worked and I was able to stand up.  Whew! I was up. Any guesses as to where the damn bag of food was by that time? Yup.  Right on the floor where it was when I started, so yes I had to bend down/over again to pick it up.

That time though, you know that I made sure that I wasn’t as close to the cabinets and/or drawers, so I retrieved it without another incident.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…it eh always easy being me.