Tuesday, September 11, 2007

invisible brick at 2 am...

Sunday night the Kaos family went to bed pretty early. It was the night before K's first day of school and it had been a long weekend of plumbing and stickers and entertaining friends so we all needed a bit of rest.

By 11:30 all lights were out and Mr. Kaos and I were drifting off to sleep. Tranquil happy sleep.

and it was good. the sleep was sound...

until 2am that is...

WHY??

What happened at 2am? Well at 2am or shortly prior to it someone snuck into our room leaving the rest of the house undisturbed and smashed my ankle with a brick or a crowbar or a bag of nickles... something.

They must have wrapped it in a pillow first though because there was no noise, none at all, only SEARING pain.

It reminded me of the time when after meeting a young David Bowie doppelganger at the grocery store I came home and carrying several bottles of olive oil with me went into the basement. I missed the last step and landed sideways on my ankle on the hard basement floor... then to improve the situation a bottle of the olive oil I had been carrying slipped out of my hands flew up in the air and landed squarely on the ankle I had landed sideways on. It was impressive. I am so graceful.

Only I did not wake up in the basement with a bottle of olive oil on my ankle. I woke up in my bed exactly where I left myself. I considered poking or smacking Mr. Kaos to find out just what the meaning of all this awful pain was until I realized that he was sound asleep and supremely innocent of any ankle injuring...

What then? What caused this? How on earth did it happen?

Do people sneak into your room at night and bash your ankle???

11 comments:

Jo Beaufoix said...

Ahh Cami I know I shouldn't laugh but the way you described it was funny ok?

Could it have been a really bad cramp??

Or could Mr K have been doing sleep karate?

Maybe you have a very large bed bug??

Otherwise I have no idea.

Hope it feels better soon though.

CamiKaos said...

Jo: One of the very best qualities (in my opinion) that I possess is my ability to laugh, out loud if needed, at myself. :) I'm pleased as punch if people are doing it with me.

Bubblewench said...

The cat did it. It's Rippers fault. Attack cats.. that's what they are.

Hope it feels better soon.

mielikki said...

Yes, the cats.
That's why they are not allowed in my bedroom. Audrey already tried to kill me once.
And I'd bet it was Ripper, too. Spike loves you too much.
(Unless he loves you SO much that he doesn't want anyone else to have you. . .)

CamiKaos said...

No it wasn't the cats. they were locked out and had gone upstairs...

though that was my first instinct

flutter said...

Ah yes, this is actually a form of RLS. Which, if it doesn't happen very often still sucks, but will only mildly interrupt your life.

Mel said...

Holy shit, I don't know, but I'm investing in a padlock for my bedroom door now so they can't get me too! We're in the same town! I don't want any crazed leg-bashers around my house! You keep 'em!
Arg!

SquidgesMum said...

OMG(and NO that OMG does NOT sound like the OMG becky look at her butt sir mixalot song- it is sir mixalot isn't it?? Can you tell I'm hyped up on sugar??!!?!)you have a cat named Spike too?? I thought I was the only one. I named him after Spike in Buffy the Vapire slayer- I knoooow I'm a bit sad and pathetic but I loved him!!

I thought

SquidgesMum said...

eeer sorry about your ankle

Oh, The Joys said...

Gah! Weird. I hope it's feeling better now.

bellevelma said...

Methinks it was Tanya Harding - or her bodyguard.