Don’t start your morning this way, kids

On week mornings I get up between five-thirty and six to be at work by seven.  L and M don’t have to get up until six-thirty, so I’m in the habit of showering without turning the lights on, to keep from waking L up.

This morning, I was almost finished in the shower when Something skittered across my foot (yes, it turned out to be a roach that crawled out of the drain) and startled me so badly I lost my balance and fell backwards out of the bathtub!  I hit the toilet, which is partly disassembled at the moment, on the way down, knocking off and chipping the tank, and smashed into the bathroom trash can, which itself smashed.  The whole thing made an ungodly noise, L tells me; I wasn’t paying much attention to that at the time.

The trash can took a lot of skin off my shoulders, and hitting the toilet wrenched my left shoulder (again).  I’m only thankful it was no worse than that; I didn’t crack my head or slice myself open.  I hurt, but I could have spent the morning in the ER being stitched up.

Above the mania worries the union.  Fnord.