I woke up this morning feeling like I’d been in a bar fight…
Saturday night I was walking back from the grocery store, laden down with 30 – 40 pounds of the heaviest groceries in my backpack (as someone who used to load 40 pounds bags of pesticide into the helicopter, I know what 40 pounds feels like), a big bag of the lighter stuff dangling from each hand and the dog yanking on the leash all the way home. Just 1/4 mile from the house I stepped in a rut and did a spectacular faceplant.
I was unable to resist the instinctive urge to put out my hand as I went down, but fortunately the groceries broke my fall and I just ended up with one big fat sprained finger instead of a broken wrist or elbow.
I did manage, however, to smack my right cheek and forehead soundly on the pavement. There’s just something about getting one’s face smashed into cement that brings on the tears, so naturally I began to sob as I picked myself up and set about to gathering up my groceries.
Incredibly – a nice young man was driving by and witnessed the whole thing and stopped to give me a hand. I say incredibly, because I once changed a flat tire on this island, with a small child in the car, and countless motorists whizzed right on past without even thinking to ask if I needed assistance.
The fellow turned out to be an inbound college student, new to the island, and kindly drove me the short distance to the house. I was afraid to even touch my face to brush off the asphalt crumbs, because I was sure I was horribly disfigured, based on the feeling I got when my cheek contacted the pavement.
Fortunately, it seems all of the exfoliation and cosmetic peels over the years has served to strengthen my skin considerably, and it held up to the challenge quite well. I hardly even had any road rash!
Nevertheless, I felt so stupid, and so clumsy and so old that I spent the weekend sulking and accomplished absolutely nothing.
Oh Gawsh Peewee!
Did you break any teeth? Did you sprain a finger on your working right hand? I sure hope you can hide your facial wounds with make up for your job interview.
What the hell were you thinking taking your dog grocery shopping on foot? My dogs drag me down without my hands full! You’re lucky you didn’t get mugged while you were down. Worse caught on video! I wish I could say that I haven’t been in your shoes before and that I won’t again but life is like a box of chocolates And you never know if you’re diabetic!
My dog weighs around 40 pounds less than one of yours – still a pain in the tuckus, though…