Performed a perfect swan dive in the supermarket car park on Saturday afternoon. It was my own fault, well not exactly fault, but due to my blindness on my right side. I just didn’t see a cement edge and tripped.
I don’t remember falling over since I was a small child. Falling over is something over people do. Not something I recommend.
It was over in a blink, no sense of slow motion, but somehow I managed to fall with my expected grace and aplomb and avoid anything too dramatic (I think). Soft tissue damage and some bruising necessitating at least the selection of slightly longer skirts and thicker black stockings for my trip.
The gorgeous face is unharmed – alas, I will be able to hide all bruises and not allude to the mistreatment of a recalcitrant husband. Though it is his fault, for I was only at the supermarket to stock up on frozen dinners for Mr FD to eat while I am away this week.
How he makes me suffer.
No handsome saviour around who would would have lend a hand and at least brightened the experience?
No, I don’t think anyone paid note. I guess women falling down in car parks is a common site where I shop!
You and I are soul sisters. I’m so falling for you, FD.
I still have a mini-me growing out of my right kneecap and a hematoma protruding from my cankle due to a major digger UP some metal stairs at the gym the other day. As a side note, this happened in front of five… five mind you… very hot, buff and sexy trainers. There were squeamish faces and very concerned noises coming from their pie-holes. Oh no. I was not embarrassed. Not embarrassed at all.
Yes, you and I are soul sisters, indeed.
Emily Reese
Welcome, Emily! Once I would have been mortified and jumped off the ground faster than I fell to it, but these days I tend to laugh more. Of course it might have been different if some handsome man was in the vicinity!
So, you were caught on tape?
Holy crap. I started laughing hysterically the second she walked out of the door. I love laughing at other people’s misfortunes.
Well played.
Emily Reese
and I’m STILL laughing.
Schadenfreude! Do you have German ancestors? I do, so we do tend to laugh at other people’s misfortunes.
Schadenfreude. That’s a GREAT word. And yes, I am Aryan through and through. I also happen to love sauerkraut and keep the hair under my armpits nice and thick.
Close – I was walking into the shopping centre. Today I am sore but moving. I hit the ice when I came home and I think that helped. And no it wasn’t ice in a drink of scotch!
Oh dear! If you feel dizzy or your vision is a little blurry, do go see a doctor. I am glad you fell with grace, however. The last time I took a spill, I fell on my face and gave myself a black eye. When I went into work the next day, my students nervously kept looking away from my face. I finally told them what happened, and no I did not get beat up or was in a fight, so stop looking like the cops are still searching for the culprit. Everyone laughed after that: but thinking about it now, I should have gone to the hospital myself. I probably gave myself a small concussion, as I felt foggy for several hours after the fall. Stupidly, I reasoned that I didn’t want to use up my sick leave unnecessarily!
Oof! Glad you didn’t break anything.