I have a fairly simple routine each morning before work. I hit the snooze a couple of times. Then I get up, go into the kitchen to retrieve my laptop from where it has been charging overnight, unplug it, place it on the dining table, wake it up, turn on the wireless mouse, pee, then do my morning rounds online. Because I pee AFTER getting the computer, I’m a) still pretty groggy when picking up my expensive piece of equipment and b) in a bit of a hurry because I need to pee. Why don’t I pee first? I don’t know. I didn’t create this routine. Oh, wait, yeah I did.
So this morning, I was in the middle of a crazy dream when my alarm went off. The dream was weird and I didn’t feel like luxuriating in it for a few minutes in bed (wanted to shake it off right away), so I got up. No snooze. This change may have led to what happened next. I grabbed the computer, and just as I reached the dining table (which sits on really hard terrazzo tile) the thing wriggled out of my hands. I quickly breathed in, fearing that my favorite toy was about to bust open all over my floor, when instinct took over and my foot flew out under the computer. No small feat for someone who’s still half asleep. So I’m happy to say that the computer mostly landed on my foot and only kind of hit the floor. It seems to be working just fine. The down side is that the laptop landed squarely on my bunion. I’ve written before about how much I dislike that word for a foot disorder – it sounds like something nasty is growing on my foot. In fact, it’s a fairly painful problem with my big toe joint. It doesn’t bother me as much as it did when I worked on my feet all the time, but when something like a laptop falls on it, it doesn’t feel very good.
The pain that brought tears to my eyes and the resulting bruise and booboo foot were worth it, though, to save the computer. So it’s okay. I’ll live.