Ok, I think any of us who run or walk a lot have had this happen. You are casually out for a stroll, and suddenly, you lose your balance or catch the edge of the sidewalk or perhaps trip over a small dog, and there you are, splayed out in the middle of Chestnut Street for all the world to see.
Well, tonight was my night. I had left the house, and was listening to a really interesting CD on my portable player, when all of a sudden, the sidewalk jumped up right in front of me! I tried diligently to catch myself, creating even more of a foolish site I am sure. Of course, you can never be alone when the spill occurs, so the guy walking towards me says “are you alright??”
Yeah, what am I going to say at that point? The embarrassment is worse than the injury I was thinking at the moment, so I say “oh, I am just fine!”, as I get up, brush myself off and continue down the street on my preplanned 5 mile trek.
As I am walking along, I look down to see blood dripping down my knee, hand and elbow! Oh God, perhaps I am more injured that I originally thought? In my haste to not look stupid, did I really need help??? I wipe the blood from my hand, the most injured part, onto my sweatshirt and continue to walk, but start to take a detour back towards home. I am still not feeling any physical pain as the sheer horror of injured pride is still rearing its ugly head.
I arrive home, luckily I am alone, as I want to assess the damage prior to showing it to anyone. My left hand is just bruised, so I must have used that one once I had rolled onto the grass. The right hand looks a little messy….from mid pinky finger down onto the side of the hand a couple of inches or so is scraped pretty good. I am wondering how I will operate my calculator tomorrow. The right elbow is looking a bit iffy and is starting to swell up a bit and the right knee is scraped up and bleeding as well.
I clean everything up with soap and water, ok, there we go, it is starting to hurt now. Then I get out the Burt’s Bees Comfrey Ointment, which says on the little metal tin it is for scrapes. But how in the world do you get the tin open, when you can’t use one hand? Ok, I twisted it a bit and open it came. Once I put that on all of the injured spots the pain starts to magnify. It didn’t say it was going to make it sting!!
Dan and Reid arrive home and I explain the tumble. Dan has had it happen, and I KNOW some of you have as well, whether you want to admit it or not. So there, I have admitted the embarrassment of the fall, so the next time it happens to you, just laugh inside, and say, “well, it happens to the best of us I guess…”, get up,brush yourself off and continue on your way….