Life is a fragile thing

[wiseheart]

Last Tuesday, Mum managed to unhing the clothes airer in the bathroom. Somebody had to put it back, as it couldn't wait, of course, until a tall enough person dropped by.

These are the times when I'm considered "somebody".

Now, the bathroom is frigging small. Too small to put any ladder in any proper positure to reach the goddamn airer. The only way to reach it is from the bathtub - if you're tall enough. Which I'm not. Evidently.

So I put a stool into the bathtub, climbed onto the stool, which barely enabled me to reach the place where the airer had to be put back, and after some difficulties fixed the damn thing. In that moment, the stool decided that enough is enough and elegantly skidded out from under me.

I grabbed the towel rack (which now hings in a very awkward angle as a result) with one hand and the airer's plastic rope with the other one. The plastic rope slid through my fingers, causing lovely abrasions that hurt like hell - it felt as if I'd reached into living flame or whatnot. I could barely use my hand for a couple of days. But the towel rack kept me from falling backward and breaking my neck, even if it was a close thing.

It's ironic, how deadly afraid I am of flying and nearly died in an empty bathtub. May the hands of the person blessed who'd fastened the towel rack on the bathroom wall some thirty years ago.

Oh, and Mum's reaction wasn't that we could have waited for a taller person who wouldn't have risked their life for a frigging clothes airer. Nah, she said we should have laid the rubber rug into the bathtub first.

Sometimes it really seems that we're just there to keep this flet in so-called proper order. If you ask me, I'm all for dirt and chaos.

Comments

[crowdaughter.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear! I am very glad you did not fall and break your neck! Good the towel rack held!

I am amazed at your mother, though. I would be sinking into the next hole and feeling very guilty in her place, that I had asked you to put the airer back and you got endangered by doing it. But she seems to think it is all fine? Ohm well...

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Oh, she's actually a nice one. She just has this strange obsession with housekeeping. You know the "we are here for the flat and not the other way round" sort.

[skyfiery.livejournal.com]

*hugs tight* I know how that feels. Very, very much.

And I'm glad that other than the rope-burns, you're okay...

Please be careful, sis.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Gah, it was partially my fault. Had I been not so mad at her for bothering me with the stupid thing in the first place, I might have chosen a more... intelligent way to put the airer back. But I just wanted to be done with it, regardless of the consequences...

[jilba.livejournal.com]

Nearly killed in a bath tub...hm..odd. Mum should be feeling guilty...but mothers are odd too.

As long as you're ok.

As a interesting fact, while in a shower my husband has: Tripped and fallen through the wall, and also had the glass shower fall on him. No major injuries either time, but wash areas are clearly dangerous!

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

I think she is guilty, deep down. I've just got the biggest chocolate Santa of my life. Not even as a child had I ever had such a huge one. *g*

Granted, we were "romantically" poor when I was a child, but still... And it's not just a big chocolate Santa, it's an extremely cute one, too. With glasses!

[jilba.livejournal.com]

Mum is feeling guilty! Mind you, I wouldn't mind a huge chocolate Santa with glasses, but do I have fall over in a bath tub first?

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Not really. I think she might have bought it for me anyway because she saw that I liked it lot. She really has a generous heart.

[jilba.livejournal.com]

That's lovely. I hope you both have a lovely Christmas.

[mistry89.livejournal.com]

Mothers do manage to twist blame, don't they? :)

Healing Thoughts for your hand and Good Wishes to the Towel Rack Installer!

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Thanks. :)
Hand's almost as good as new. I can even type again, see?

Oh, and thanks for the review! You really made my day. It's good to be appreciated, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy in the inside. ;))

[glitterboy1.livejournal.com]

Eeek! I'm glad that you're ok. It's so easy for something like that to happen; I'm just glad you managed to escape anything worse.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Yeah, me too. It would have been such an undignified death - and so pointless.

[lhun-dweller.livejournal.com]

Yikes! You had me scared for a moment there.

And yes, such an undignified exit that would have been, too.

I'm glad your hand is healing and am sending a special thanks to whomever anchored that towel rack so well.

As for Mum, she'd better keep the chocolate Santas coming for a while. There's some serious karma to be rebalanced here!

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Heh! She decided that flat cleaning can wait another week, which means that I won't have to scrub the dratted place before Xmas again, so there must be some real guilt raising its head. *g*

[ithilwen.livejournal.com]

Thank goodness you weren't seriously hurt!

Maybe it's time you find a clothes-airer designed for a short person? Fresh clothes are not worth dying for, no matter what your mother might think!

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

True, but the flat is so small that there's simply no other place to put the thing. Jut hanging down from the bathroom ceiling.