Yesterday morning before ballet clahss, I was at the dairy getting some lovely fresh milk and I tripped over a large rock and managed to fall flat on my face while carrying a gallon glass jar of milk to the car. I was hurrying and not paying attention to the big ol' rock that the dairy owners use to prop open the milk shed door. I fell hard, knocking the glasses off my face and scraped up my knees and elbows. I'm very, very thankful that I was carrying the milk (which did not break, by the way) because I did not have time to drop it and put my hands out to catch myself. I'm pretty certain I would have broken again my already-broken right wrist that is being held together with screws and plates. Thank God for LARGE favors!
Yesterday afternoon and this morning, I did not feel too bad. But this afternoon.... uuuuuggggghhhhh! And.... owwwwwwwww. Everything hurts. I feel like going to bed and staying there for the next few days.
Is there a point in one's life where one doesn't make a fool of oneself, imperiling life and limb?
If so, I think I may be past it.
4 comments:
At least all your little accidents make good blog posts. That's something, right?
I hope you heal quickly. I tripped once when my son was in the front pack! I think I must have rolled sideways mid-fall, cause he was fine, but I was sore later. I am very klutzy myself, and wish I would grow out of it too!
"Is there a point in one's life where one doesn't make a fool of oneself, imperiling life and limb?"
I have heard tell of such a time, but I don't think our family is eligible for it.
ouch indeed. heal fast dear one.
i don't think i'll ever grow out of such occurrences.
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