Clearly it had just been too long
January 28th, 2008I can’t in good faith call it being clumsy because when I fall, I fall with STYLE, if not with grace. And I try to be careful, really I do, but sometimes things get away from me. There are plenty of stories if you go through the archives, about falling in a hole or flying through the bus, but it has had been a long time since I did something really stupid.
My brother invited me over for dinner, so I went, and it was good. He had asked me to pick up some garlic bread at the store. I needed an egg, but didn’t want to buy a dozen, so I told my brother that he could pay me back with an egg.
And I honestly don’t know what happened, but I was walking down the stairs and I fell off them. Not down, which would imply hitting the other steps on the way, but OFF and over some 5 steps landing on the ground, HARD. I’m still not sure what happened except that I bashed my knee and skinned it, fell on top of my purse, but didn’t kill my phone, and somehow in all that, managed to not break the egg that I was carrying in my hand.
That was the really impressive part for me, and the reason that I was a little disappointed that no one saw this strange fall of mine this time around. The egg in my hand was still whole. I found that so impressive that I don’t even really mind limping. Or that I’m going to have to patch my jeans. Heh.
Hehehe I had my yearly fall about a couple of weeks ago. Every joint on my right side got bashed and hurt like hell. No bruises to show work I fell and you know that look when no one believes you. A week later the bruises finally showed up. Could have been there when I called sick.
You know, we Virgos who uphold honesty the most supposedly and yet we have the hardest time proving it.
Comment by Zanthera � January 28, 2008 @ 11:02 am
Some years back I rolled down a concrete stoop of about 7-8 stairs. I landed HARD on the sidewalk and scraped the HELL out of the side of my face near my eye. I had to crawl up the stairs because I couldn’t stand and make my ex come down and let me in.
The next day, when I went back to work, the scrape looked like a black eye, even though if you actually looked at it, you could see that it was road rash (and rather bad at that). Pretty much everyone decided that I was a battered woman which really shocked me. It took two days until the scrape showed up as scabbing and the swelling went down before people believed me on that count.
And, at this point, the people who know me just believe me. There comes a point where you just can’t make these things up. It’s the people who don’t know me who doubt, but even the smokers at work believe my insane stories (like being ATTACKED by a butterfly a few months back) because, why would I make up a story like that?
And this time, I have egg to prove it!
Comment by FyreGoddess � January 28, 2008 @ 11:18 am
Count me among the “falling for no apparent reason” tribe- http://scenicroot.blogspot.com/2007/08/off-my-game.html - right after Falcon Ridge I went down hard in front of my offices (a small set of concrete steps down from the parking lot to the road in front of the office)
Keeps us humble, maybe
Hope your injuries heal up quickly! Nice job on the egg save…..
Comment by Jude � January 28, 2008 @ 15:17 pm