We got a fierce hankering for some steaks cooked on the grill over the weekend. As usual, when I am most in need of a beef infusion, I found that we were out of propane. I hopped in my man-van and headed to the store. Despite the strange look from the lady at the propane exchange (you know, the look – “it’s February, are you seriously grilling…in the snow?” ), I ordered up a propane tank to go. “If you’ve got the money, I’ve got the time” she said and happily took my $20.66. I hefted the propane tank into the man-van and headed for home. To properly prepare myself for the task ahead of me, I buckled up and tuned the xm radio to the Willie Nelson station to stir my inner cowboy. Willie and I were “On the Road Again”, and I could already taste the smoke and the hair burned off of my arms, mixing to create that oh-so familiar outdoor grill aroma.
Somewhere along the way home, the propane tank must have fallen on its side and rolled against the sliding side door. Willie and I were having such “Good times” that I didn’t hear the move. I jumped out, slung the door open and the tank fell, handle down, directly onto my left foot. I instantly saw stars and began to cuss a blue streak. I really needed a swim in a “Whiskey River” to cut the pain. I was certain the tank had split my shoe and exposed the inside parts of my foot. Oh my word did it hurt. Anyhow, I finally was able to stand up and hobble to the door so Emily could see my “Blue Eyes Cryin’ in the rain”.
Now, a mere foot amputation is not enough to keep me from my steak, so I sucked it up and cooked a couple of perfect steaks (which the kids doused in ketchup) and went on with my evening. The next morning, however, was a different story. It was severe pain, even compared “To all the girls I loved before”. Yesterday, I decided I needed to get it x-rayed (yup, the pic at the top is my foot) to make sure it wasn’t broken. If I didn’t, I knew the pain and doubt would be “Always on my mind”.
It turns out that a machine such as me cannot be damaged by a mere propane tank falling on my foot. I guess some of the tendons of muscles or something are bruised but I am apparently all in one piece. I will just have to hobble through a few more days until it all heals.
Oh yeah, all of the things in quotes are titles to Willie Nelson songs…despite his love of “herbal remedies” for pain, he is still a pretty cool singer…but Gravity…she’s a nasty bugger!