Walking and chewing gum at the same time...

Apparently now that I've been self-employed for 7 1/2 months, I'm no longer capable of walking in boots. I wish I were joking. Today after I worked really hard at my computer until the early afternoon, I went to the going away gathering of a friend and former colleague. It was a lovely party with so much yummy food and it was great, as always, to see so many people I used to see so often. Then I decided to take the stairs up up to the third floor where my office used to be.

The stairs that are concrete with these nice steel reinforcements. The stairwell that's noticeably colder when the door closes behind you.

I can't tell you what happened because I don't exactly know, but I really do think I just tripped over my not tiny but certainly not enormous feet. The toes of these boots are long, however, and since I only ever put shoes on if I'm going out for a meeting (or just going out...that too,) I must have just tripped over the tip.

I now have this gargantuan goose egg on the upper part of my left shin, just below the knee, the skin is peeled back and I have these fascinating red strawberry spots on the surface.The thing is throbbing and I have to go get some ice but I'd rather sit here and whine about it to you, apparently.

All I can say is thank God I was walking up instead of down. Makes my blood run cold to imagine the alternative...

Okay, whining over. I know my Mom is gonna' read this. Mom, I'm okay. Really. You know I'm just a big old baby and I'll be just fine. Mostly I'm just incredulous and apparently needed to hang my shame out there for the world to see. I may delete this entry one day. Hm. 

Comments

[Cheryl M]

Big bruises require whining. :) As you know, I have been there myself. Stairs are evil! I hope you're OK.

[Dena]

"Stairs are evil." HA. That's my new favorite quote. (Glad you're okay).

[Melody]

Thank you both. THOSE stairs are uber evil. Don't use them. Ever. Going up OR down. But I am okay. Still whining because frankly it hurts like nobody's business. But I'm not really HURT or anything. Bruises that hurt make you appreciate not having them, eh? Or something.

[carol]

Thanks for letting me know that you are OK--I know it hurts!
Mom

[Melody]

Nah, it's a lot better today. But thank you...I love knowing my Mom is concerned. As if it would be any other way...