|Swollen Ouchie Hand.|
Anyways, on moving day, bf and I were trying to get the love seat out of the his tiny basement apartment. I was by the door, and he was on the other side. For anyone else who is planning on moving a large couch through a tiny doorway - just know in advance that there are a few things that will happen FOR SURE:
1) you will hurt yourself
2) you will hurt property
3) you will hate the person who is helping you
All three of these things happened as we worked to get this couch out. There was one push to hard, when my hand was up against the doorknob, which resulted in my hand looking like the Hamburger Helper Mitt (aka fat and puffy) This did not help the situation, as now I was about to throw up or pass out from pain - pretty sure that my hand was crushed beyond repair, with the lack of health care looming in the back of my mind. It's murphy's law that states that I am required to hurt myself whenever I lack health care.
Bf got me some ice, and I sat on the floor collecting myself for 10-15 minutes. I soon realized that I couldn't abandon this whole moving day altogether, as I sat on the floor watching Bf huff and puff and move 2 large mattresses into the truck by himself. I grabbed a pillow case, made some sort of a makeshift tensor bandage and went back to work. Must getter done - and getter done we did - broken doorframe and all. (yikes)
Letting things heal properly is SO overrated....
Moral of the story is: HIRE MOVERS.