Mylanta! I have not grown in grace in my older years but this is getting ridiculous! I was walking between the church office and the church the other day, something I do several times a day. The school is situated between here and there so I met the PreK children coming out to recess. As I walked and began waving and saying hello to them. I love seeing their smiles and waves.
I stepped down off the curb and I turned again to wave when my foot hit the parking stob I forgot was there and down I went, hitting my hip, knee and hand hard.
Luckily for me and for the children's sake, where I fell was on the other side of a car parked there so they did not see this happen. I would have felt forever guilty for making that impression on their little brains. Of course that horrible thought also drove me to quickly try to get up. But it took me two attempts to finally get to my feet.
I laughed it off just in case the kids did see me and so their teachers did not coming running to my aid. But unfortunately that day we had painters at the church who were painting an outside railing and one of them did see and also saw me struggle with getting up. He came over to check on me. Again I laughed and told him I was fine, just a klutz but seeing my gray hair he repeated, "Are you sure you're okay? I am sure he was thinking, 'Some old lady just face planted on the parking lot, what do I do? Call 911?'
Even more embarrassed, I struggled to hurry over to the church rectory door and get inside where I could evaluate my injuries in private.
I am still at the age where an accident like this gets me horribly embarrassed and instead of worrying about my injuries, (for instance was my hip cracked, did I further injure the arthritic knee, what if I can't knit or crochet with my hand now?!!!!)! I just wanted to run away to privacy and nurse my wounds!
Ah, pride...literally goeth before (and in this case, after) the fall. So much pride that I disregard my own common sense.
But I must have been okay because I was able to walk and get inside the rectory basement before I started crying at the pain in my now bleeding knee. I cleaned up best I could in the bathroom in the basement and made sure my hand and elbow were not gushing blood before I hobbled back over to my office to covertly search for bandages.
Later when I went home for lunch I found a huge bump and bruise on my hip, my new hip that is. (oh great, now I've busted a new hip) but the new injury there was caused by the keys I had in my pocket at the time of the fall. My hand was sore but not bleeding and remarkably I had not torn my pants where my knee was bleeding.
I spent the rest of the day humbled inside my office determined to not ever fall again, but this morning, I tripped up the stairs in my office building. Oh mylanta!!! I am a danger to myself...
Tomorrow is Saturday. I am going home to sit and knit all day. Safely...with no curb hopping.
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