So far today has been...interesting....
I ran out to my car, thinking I was running late to work (as I always think, and as always, I was a few minutes early) and realized it was not summer any more and would need a jacket. So, in my flat shoes, I ran back through the garage to go inside for a coat. Only, 2 steps in and suddenly my right foot was sliding off to the side and the ground was rushing up to meet my face. I heard myself let out a strange yelp and then a loud slap as my right hand crashed hard onto the concrete floor. For a moment, I just laid there. Wondering if the pain was bad enough to warrant a few tears or if I could get up and go about my business. I chose to get up. That's when the pain really made itself noticed. My hip was throbbing, my hand was swelling rapidly, both of my knees were stinging and my arm was tingling. I took a step forward and wobbled a bit and then told myself I was fine and went inside for a jacket.
As I walked back to my car I realized how warm the palm of my hand was. It was bright red. I checked out my knees once I was in the car. They were stinging because I had skinned them...and yet, my tights had no holes. Layers of skin came off my legs, and yet my tights were fine...I took that as a good sign.
I headed to work trying to avoid using my throbbing right hand.
As I merged onto the freeway, a semi-truck came up on my right. When I glanced over the driver was frantically waving at me. I laughed and waved back. Someone was having a good morning.
I drove about a mile and the semi caught back up to me. Again, he was waving. I laughed again but deliberately changed my speed to make sure I wasn't next to him for long.
Thanks to traffic, he caught up again. This time he was yelling something. Not only could I see him leaning out of his window and yelling, but I could kind of hear him through the still broken back passenger window. I couldn't make out what he was saying. This time I slowed my pace to try to stay behind him. He slowed down too...and paced me for about a mile before traffic let up enough for me to punch it and get the hell up outta there.
What the heck? There must have been something hanging out of the trunk, right? I mean, I had just put a load of laundry in the trunk to take care of after work...maybe something got caught? Maybe something was hanging out of one of the doors? Could I possibly be one of the morons that drives around with a flat tire without even knowing? When I got to work and parked, I walked around my car...nothing. Nothing at all that I could possibly connect to someone trying to flag me down. I don't even have one bumper sticker on that bitch.
Even though I had packed heels along to wear for the day, I decided to keep my flats on since my knees were still kinda in pain. And now my hip was really starting to complain.
Let's not forget that Occupy Portland is going on today. Literally in front of my building. We could watch the gathering form along the waterfront. Some of my coworkers went down to join in the march.
Why mention this? To go along with my already interesting day, when I went to get some lunch I met a guy who was part of the rally. He had a paper plate attached to the back of his hat that said something like "clones for peace". He introduced me to his dog. These are the men I meet, people.
One more fun fact: My tights didn't rip when layers of skin attached themselves to my garage floor, but when I pulled my tights up after going pee, an instant hole formed. And no, it wasn't on the knee. What the hell?!
Here's hoping this day continues in this fashion, only with less pain. And just so we're clear, I'm not looking for pity. I'm not wallowing in pain. In fact, when I picture myself falling, I laugh. Go ahead, picture it. Girl in business attire, runs into her garage, all light on her feet, and then suddenly her leg whips out from under her and she's on her face. That's funny. Maybe it wasn't funny at that moment...but it's definitely funny now.
All wobbly. Slip, smack! That's how that went. I'll re-enact it for you sometime.
