I've seen this floating around the internet and the one thing I've learned from seeing other people's answers is that I missed out on a whole lot of 80's and 90's television shows with super crafty characters. But let's see who I could think of for tv characters who could help me out if I was kidnapped.
1. Batman - I was planning on marrying Batman anyway. (As an aside, I did get to meet Adam West at a comic con last year, and it really wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be, lol.)
2. Tony Soprano - Does he ever fail to outmaneuver the other side?
4. Sherlock Holmes (Elementary) - A mastermind.
5. Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock) - A mastermind and a high functioning sociopath to boot!
6. Jamie Fraser - I need to add some brawn to my team, plus he's multilingual and a good strategist.
7. Stringer Bell - Idris Elba can join my team in this role or as Luther. Either way, I'd call him long before I'd call that pansy James Bond.
8. The Hulk - I need some unbridled strength and rage, lol.
9. Lieutenant Sulu - Someone has to be in charge of our getaway vehicle and route.
10. Steve Austin - The Six Million Dollar Man is never going to let me down, plus he has awesome special effects to throw my kidnappers off.
My list is kind of heavy with big dudes, and I do need them to carry me. For those who haven't seen on Facebook, I tumbled down a couple of stairs (while attempting to fix a knocked over dog gate) last week. In a super effort to NOT fall, I managed to land on my foot, which really wasn't equipped to absorb all the energy my body had created. I went to work, thinking I had sprained my ankle, but I ended up in the ER, where I found that I had done that and also had fractured my fifth metatarsal. So, I can't walk, and likely won't be able to for another few weeks. My follow up appointment with an orthopedic surgeon got postponed due to the snowstorms we've had here, but I went yesterday (before the snow started again) and got an air cast.
It's amazing how the little things in life can make you so happy - the air cast is sturdier than what I had from the ER, so I've felt more comfortable on my crutches. (I have to confess, I fell quite a few times last week and the knee of my bad leg is scabby, bruised, and swollen as a result.) I figured out how to make a cup of tea today - woo hoo! The lack of hot tea has been a big pet peeve for a tea addict like me. I'm home alone for most of my waking hours, so I've been without tea for most of the last week. The other big happy thing about the air cast is that I can take it off to sleep and to bathe. It is fantastic to have that normalcy back. Also, I was supposed to have a long overdue pedicure last weekend, so I can at least do my own home pedi.
I'm not sure whether I'm thinking clearly or whether my mind has been clouded by the pain (and painkillers, though I have been taking them less and less), but I have had a chance to reflect a bit on this accident. In my last post, I was so stressed out about work, and it was starting to have physical manifestations. I called out sick the day before my accident because I felt sick to my stomach about going to work that day and having to spend a couple of hours in a room with the warring factions in the office. The day of the accident, I felt better, but I still had in the back of my mind the whole ugly, ongoing situation that is outside of my control. And then I fell, and now I'm out of work for five weeks (possibly more, depending on my follow up appointment results). Was this the universe's way of giving me some physical pain to replace my emotional hurt, of creating a physical reason to be out of the uncomfortable situation at work? I don't know. I suppose it's possible.
To be sure, this isn't fun and it's had a major impact on my family. I'm sure it's having an impact on work, but I've been trying to do what I can from home to get things done. I have been reading more and knitting more, and spending time with my two nurses:
These two need to be on me at most times. The big black one is our gentle giant, and he just needs to be on the couch, snuggled up to me. The skinny boy will try to fit in anywhere he can, even if that means he's on my head, on the other dog, half lying down/half standing up. The other two dogs could care less. I think one would snuggle with me if the other three dogs weren't around, but the fourth dog (and only female) has no sympathy. We've been calling her Nurse Ratched. She gets annoyed at my two nurse dogs and hustles them off the couch sometimes so they can't get near me. She stands on my broken foot. She has no respect for my fragility on crutches - during the snowstorm, she nearly pitched me out the back door into the snow as I tried to hold the door open for her. But at night she's in my bed snuggled up next to me, while the boy dogs are sleeping with the kids. It's a complicated relationship, to say the least. It's too bad she's not on tv, as she'd be the perfect team leader to rescue me were I ever kidnapped.