Walking Wounded

Well I'm back in the saddle again. Still a bit sore and a bit of a black eye to show for my efforts. I look kinda gangsta if I must say so myself. I think it's totally gonna up my street cred. I had almost none before, so any boost at all can only be a good thing.

I was super excited to learn at the doctor's office that my resting heart rate and my blood pressure have both dropped considerably since I started walking. Yippee! I guess despite "The Incident" I will be carrying on with my walks.

I'm so grateful I did not do worse to myself. I am a big klutz and as I mentioned this isn't the first time I have fallen flat. Do you ever in your mind's eye see yourself as you're going down. Cause I usually do, and even when I have hurt myself I can't seem to help myself from laughing at the whole thing.

I'm fine so feel free to give a little giggle at this incident or this prior incident.

I was taking some medicine that made me dizzy, but it was helping so much that I was willing to just let it go and keep taking it. I had a sudden thought that made me dash out to the garage. I opened the garage door and was about half out when I got that sinking feeling. One minute I was up and the next I was headed down.

I was very lucky because I fell into a pile of tires... butt first. So there I was with my butt wedged into a stack of about three tires. What are the odds? I wasn't too worried.

I got this.

Except I didn't have it and I was not going anywhere. My rump was about two tires in and I couldn't get my arms up high enough for leverage to get out. I knew if I managed to knock my set up sideways that I would end up hitting my head. So I did the only thing I could think of.

I giggled.

Then I saw my husband and my neighbor within yelling distance and I did the only thing I could think of.

I giggled harder. The visual of me falling into a pile of tires butt first was too much.

Eventually I did call out, and to his credit my husband did not giggle. He raced over to try to pry me out of my rubber prison. My neighbor also had to be involved, and he also refrained from the giggling. I finally popped out like the cork of a mid-range wine.

And I giggled. Go ahead. You know you want to giggle too.