I must admit that he is on to something as I do have a proclivity for falling, stumbling, tripping and making a spectacle of myself. Some of us will do anything for our share of the limelight.
Ken says it's because I don't pick up my feet but only old people (older than I) shuffle when they walk. Besides...this tendency to not stay upright started years ago in the 6th grade when I fell in front of an oncoming car, scaring my mother horrendously.
- In Whistler, Canada I sprawled on the sidewalk--one cracked rib, one wasted Starbucks.
- Tripped on a cobblestone pothole in Montalcino Italy--fell flat on the downward incline--resulting in torn clothes and blood. This being market day, I had quite an audience.
- Fell up the stairs (landed flat across several steps) leading to St. Peter's in Rome--scared both son Jeff and the security guard who came running--probably afraid of a lawsuit--the Vatican has lots of money.
- Again fell flat on the sidewalk--this time in Paris on Rue de Rivoli. Ken just kept walking, oblivious to my plight. Casey and a very nice Parisian gentleman gently lifted me up, retrieved my purse and brushed me off. Ken never knew what happened.
- Tripped getting off the bus and up on the curb in Athens--one large, rather ugly, red swollen lump on my chin--very lucky not to have cracked my jaw.
- Gracefully tripped over a bench (looking the other direction) during lunch supervision at middle school--I was the vice-principal. Knocked myself out. When I came to I was again sprawled on the ground but this time with 500 very quiet kids surrouding me. A great cheer erupted when I stood up--kind of like being an injured football player on the field. Thirty some stitches through my eyebrow into the forehead--inside and outside. Ken took me out to dinner that night and decided I would need to heal before we went out again. He was sure that as people stared at me they were looking at him with great scepticism.
- Slid and bumped my way down a narrow circular staircase in our Italian apartment. Black and blue on all sides of the body, front and back. Sore and stiff for days.
- The staircase ride was so much fun, I did it again. This time spraining two fingers requiring taping them together with splints--making cooking difficult for a while.
- While sleeping, fell out of a very high bed onto a very hard tile floor, on the way down bounced my head on top of the marble nightstand. Did this twice a couple nights apart. Stayed awake checking for a concussion.
- Over the years I have perfected falling up stairs, doing so more times than I wish to innumerate here.
- Last week in the dark (and the impetus for this entry)--I walked into a door jamb that had not been there when I went to bed. Still have a painful knot on my eyebrow (not the same one mentioned above.) For awhile it was obvious and colorful. I am beginning to think I did something to the bone.
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This is very disturbing. At first I thought you just needed to wear delicate shoes with heels for a while to learn to walk like a pony. Then the bed stories. You can't have been wearing shoes in bed, and even if you were I doubt you were walking. I think you need some rethinking about how you live... rubber rooms and quilted hangings? Wall to wall over thick rubber padding? No doors allowed but padded frames?
We're going to get you one of those padded Sumo wrestler suits then you can fall all you want and never get bruised.
Judith, you are so funny! But..I think Barb's idea of a Sumo suit might be the best answer--sort of combines your wisdoms.
You definitely come by your Queen of Klutz designation honestly, Jane. (unfortunately)
This post is so funny--but then I felt bad about laughing at it. You're brave to write about it so openly!
Jane, you simply HAVE to give up drinking. :)
Having had a few similar experiences (including falling flat on my face on Fifth Avenue in NY) I really do sympathize.
Sheena
I felt every ache and pain you must have suffered as I read this.
You are one lucky lady that these injuries have not caused any permanent damage to your body.
Please take care. Your friends care about you.
chiaro
Falling is one of my biggest fears about getting older. For some reason I feel like that will be my "old lady" thing!
Darn those door jambs! Who do they think they are jumping out in front of you?
Have a peaceful and careful Thanksgiving.
Denise
We are much more alike that I would have thought. I can trip over a blade of grass or a small grain of sand. I don't think I have ever been bruise free from not falling or bumping into something that appeared out of nowhere in my path. How funny!
Wow! That is some list!
Don't feel bad - it happens to all of us once in awhile.
You have been lucky so far and not hurt yourself too badly (pride maybe), so just be careful!
Thanks for all the good thoughts and commiseration. I'm glad that some of you feel better now knowing that there is someone less graceful than you. Kim, so we do have much more in common--that's funny.
That is a frightening list. I can only imagine how your medical file is viewed by the various doctors that have read it over the years. No wonder Ken has misgivings about how he is viewed. LOL
Oh my goodness, not to laugh at your misfortune, but...this reads like a Monty Python skit! Glad to hear none of the falls resulted in any really serious injuries. Funny about Ken carrying on blissfully unaware of the fall in Paris!
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