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.

Pity Party

Time to throw a little Pity Party for myself, and I decided to invite all of you. Like all things, this party started innocently enough...

I've been walking with some of my co-workers for a couple of weeks now. It's been fun. Yesterday as we were heading out, one of my coworkers mentioned that she was known as "The Pusher" in some circles because people often fall down in her presence. We all laughed and I think I may have said "I ain't scared of you!" which it turns out was a challenge to the universe.

On the way back I was walking right behind "The Pusher" when I got that feeling - the one when you realize you're gonna fall. I've had that feeling before and I've thought, maybe if I run a bit I'll catch up to myself... so I've sprinted, flailed my arms about as I yelled out something like "whooooooaaaaaaa" and then I crashed into whatever was in front of me. In the past I've run straight into a wall, and a garden planter (that was the time a ghost pushed me, but more on that another time) but yesterday I had lots of room to run.

I got this.

You know what? I didn't have it. At the time that me and the pavement met unexpectedly all my co-workers were all turned to see it all go down, so no saving face there. Turned out there was no saving face in reality either. I don't know what my limbs were doing at the time of the incident, but breaking my fall didn't seem to be on their agenda. So my forehead spoke up instead.

I got this.

Yep, you got this all right little buddy, and a nice big gash to show for it.

It was very dramatic and a real gusher too. By the time we made it back to the office I looked a sight. All the nurses in the office were so excited. It looks even better today! Black eye and a nice super-glued cut above the eyebrow.

I headed into work with great braveness and when I sat down at my PC I saw that it died in the night. Diagnosis - bad hard drive. I took the Universe's hint and headed home.