Yesterday ,after walking my ass off all day ,I got home and realized that the elevator was stuck on the 1st floor. I had to take my suitcase full of dry cleaning and various goods and walk up 11 effin flights of stairs.
After 3 flights I stopped and ripped the hot scarf off my neck. After 2 more flights I stopped and took my coat off. I stood there and gazed upward, thinking "Good lord ,how many more flights are there? "
I felt I would never make it to the top. I found myself counting steps ,every time I got to 8 I would start over. (I have no idea what that's about)
By the time I finally got to my door I was too out of breath to dig my key out of the suitcase, I rang the doorbell and stood there panting like a dog until my crabby husband let me in.
I had to lay on the kitchen floor for 20 minutes until I could breathe normally .
Note to self : getting old sucks errrr...must get ground floor apartment..
How annoying! 11 flights!?? I would have called my husband to come down and help me!
ReplyDeleteGoodness...I feel for you. I take the stairs in my building because I want to and I don't have eleven flights. Unless I am carrying anything, then I take the elevator. I hope you are all recovered by now. Hugs. :)
ReplyDeleteO.M.G. Never. I absolutely could not have done it. I would have set up camp in front of the elevator and waited. LOL Kudos to you...Whatta woman!!
ReplyDeleteThat really sucks, LOL!! Hope you have recovered!
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Quit smoking and stairs are a breeze ;)
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