How do I begin?
I’ll just come right out and say it:
I fell at work. Around 4:30 p.m. a
few months ago I was walking out of my cube holding three lightweight boxes,
stumbled on some other boxes on the floor, and promptly fell over onto my left
side.
The pre-fall seemed to be in slow motion. I thought I could catch myself and then
WHAM. I was down. Hard.
I have no idea where the boxes I was holding went (after they bruised my
left forearm), but I hit the ground and people down the hall came quickly.
I was wearing a dress but don’t think I flashed
anyone. One of my shoes did come
off. I righted myself and put my shoe
back on, then adjusted my glasses. As a
new glasses wearer, I must say that wearing glasses makes falling that much
worse. Not only are you embarrassed about
falling, but your glasses become askew and you look ridiculous. I’m thankful I didn’t break them!
I’m also thankful I didn’t break myself. Now I know how people break a hip. Along with my scraped left inner arm, the
side of my left knee blew up like a golf ball and my left hip was sore. A few days later I had a pretty blue, green
and orange bruise on it. It was so colorful
I kept showing people to see them gasp. I
showed one of my tennis friends at practice and her response was, “Oh sweet
Jesus!”
I had a bike trip planned that weekend. Luckily it didn’t affect my riding (stay
tuned for a future post about that ride).
When I told one of my friends I had fallen at work he asked, “Did you
yell timber on the way down?” Which made
me wonder, if a tall girl falls at work and no one is around to hear her, does
she make a sound? Yes, she does.
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