Stupid Klutz!
01-Aug-02
I was getting out of the shower today when my foot slipped on the bare linoleum floor. I slid off-balance, bringing my hand down on the counter to try to stop myself from falling while I let out a good, solid yell (my gut reaction to anything unexpected). Just when I thought I might have done so, my momentum carried me forward, and I landed face-first on the bathroom rug (which was in front of the sink, not in front of the shower).
I lied there on the floor for a few seconds while John yelled “Are you Okay?!?!?”
Well, I didn’t know. I wasn’t sure. I mean, I needed a couple of seconds to do a quick go-over and make sure. So I answered “I don’t know yet. Gimme a second.”
Head– didn’t have any pain or anything, and I didn’t remember hitting it on the way down. Check. Hand hurts. OK, torso– also no apparent damage. Check. My. Hand. Hurts. Next– legs and back: well, the legs are a little surprised, and I’m still not sure how they ended up horizontal, but nothing seems to be twisting, and there’s no skinned-knee feeling, so OK. Check. I SAID MY HAND HURTS, YOU DORK! Yeah, ok– arms and hands– looks like I’ve got a little mark on the left hand, and it’s all red from hitting the counter. A blood bruise seems to be forming there.
I got up after this 2-second check-over, grabbed a towel, dried myself off, and then promptly ran my left hand under cool water to keep it from swelling.
Ahhhh. That helped.
Later on, I nearly dropped my bagel (not a big deal, but a definite sign that my motor skills were still freaking), and almost tripped on the way into the office (over my own 2 feet, of course).
I guess I’m just glad I didn’t really hurt myself or anything.