Not so long ago, I fell down our stairs (well, five of them). My body made a thud as I hit the landing. Tom came running, and Laura called out from her bed.
Three weeks ago, I fell down after dropping off Laura and her friends at swim camp. Nobody saw me. When I picked them up after camp, I fell down again, in the exact same spot. That time all of the parents and kids leaving the camp saw me. At least I had helpers to pick up the contents of my purse, which had spilled all over the pavement during the fall.
Last week, I ran smack into a pole as I was leaving the grocery store. (I was walking, not driving.) A couple walking into the grocery store and Laura saw it happen. They laughed. I know. I should probably stay off of poles if I want to set a good example for my daughter.
Today I walked smack into a door frame, nose first. Tom heard the crack my nose made when it hit the door frame.
Tom: What happened?
Me: Ow, ow, ow! I walked right into the door frame and hit the bridge of my nose.
Tom: The bridge of your nose? Are you okay?
Me: It hurts! My eyes are watering!
Tom: You hit the bridge of your nose on the door frame?
Me: Yes! I’m seeing stars! Like in a cartoon!
Tom: There’s a mark on the bridge of your nose. [Editor’s Note: It’s really more of a gash. Heh.]
Me: It feels like it may be swelling, too!
Tom: Do you want me to get you some ice?
Me: No. I need to take a photo of it first to use in a blog post since I have nothing of substance in my brain these days.
Tom: How did your face get to the door before your feet anyway?
Me: I don’t even know. You’re just lucky I’m me. Otherwise, no one would believe the old “walked into a door” story and they’d think you did it. Hey! I’m going to hang on to the photos in case you ever try to leave me. They could come in handy.
I know, this photo is craptastic. I took it myself with my iPhone. If the swelling progresses or any bruising develops, I’ll get a better one with my camera. Just in case . . .