Falling

I hate to fall. I can count on one hand the number of times I've fallen as an adult.

I asked Mike to help me get some storage cubes in the garage. He was reaching up and he grabbed the first one. I was in back of him and took the cube.

I turned to put it on the table and caught my left shoe on a piece of wood that was sticking out. I tried to balance myself, but there was nothing to grab onto. I managed to put the cube on the table and tried grabbing the table - but the momentum kept me going - I tripped again with the other foot and I could see the concrete coming up to meet my face. I put my arm out to shield my head and down I went on the concrete floor.

My legs were tangled over each other and all I felt was stinging pain in my arm and ankle. I stayed down there for a moment, testing to see if everything moved. I then sat up, then I got up and felt my knee - apparently, it hit as I went down.

I have bruises on my legs, knees and one elbow. My neck is pretty sore. Ouch time for me.

Nothing was broken - I have a lot of "padding." (read; FAT) It hurts though - i bumped my elbow in the truck today as I was getting the seat belt and it took my breath away. I hate bruises.