Reason No. 8,365 to Get the Rest of the Weight Off

In Proverbs it states: Pride goeth before a fall. Um, not in my case.

It’s late, and this is the first time I’ve set foot in my home since 7:30 a.m. – 15 hours ago. That would sound unusual if it weren’t Christmastime.

I set out early so I could buy some package-sealing tape on my way to work, and spent the rest of the day limping around the office and, later, from one store to the next until I made it back home, a great deal poorer and happier, convinced I snagged some finds that just might put me back in the running for Mother of the Year.

But you probably want to know about that limp . . .

OK, this is embarrassing. I’m just thankful no one was around to see me, or hear me scream out in fear and pain.

The scene: A bowling alley near N.C. State’s campus, where we had a staff outing yesterday afternoon. I hate bowling, but I went to take photos for the monthly newsletter. A good time was had by all, and I left about a half-hour before the designated end, convinced I had a few usable shots among the dozen or so unflattering, rear-end photos I’d taken. (“Action” shots in bowling equals booty shots, unfortunately.)

So, I’m leaving, and there are about 10 steps that descend to the door. I made it down perhaps three before I somehow lost my footing, skidded, tripped and fell down the staircase and landed – hard – on the cement floor below.

At some point my knee crashed into a step and/or the floor, I don’t recall. All I know is, I was in a great deal of pain, and no one was around to help me. I was hurt, and then embarrassed, because I’m sure I looked ridiculous splayed out like that.

In Proverbs it states: Pride goeth before a fall. Um, not in my case.

Despite the throbbing pain in my left knee, and the blood trickling down my pants leg, I managed to get up, dust myself off, and creep out the door. Fortunately, I’d snagged a meter fairly close to the door. I crept to my car, fell in and just sat there for awhile, trying to collect myself. I then called the alley to let them know I’d fallen down the steps, and that they might want to clean up the Diet Coke spilled all over the steps and floor. I’d gotten a full cup right before leaving.

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