Fall down, go boom.....

It's no secret that I'm a clutz. If there is somewhere to fall I will, even if there is NO reason to fall, I'll do it anyway. It's one of the reasons I started this blog in the first place, so I would have somewhere to document my injuries. In my old house I routinely fell down the basement stairs, many times per year, sober or after a few drinks, it didn’t matter. Sometimes I fell because I was in a hurry which was my own fault but other times just walking down the stairs I'd trip on nothing and down I'd go.  The worst was when I'd fall while carrying things down the stairs, usually a basket of laundry so at least it made my landing a little softer. Continuing that trend I have taken tumbles on the stairs at my current house. I'm an equal oportunity faller, I fall at my house, your house, in the mall, on the streets, like I said, anywhere. It's been well documented in this blog that I fall off my bike, ALOT, rarely when it's moving and of course I have fallen down while running.. No reason, I just fell down.

This morning I walked out of the GO station turned the corner and started walking along the sidewalk beside the gym, wandering along minding my own business. I don't walk slow but I don't race. In fact as I was walking I was thinking about how the weather had really warmed up and I could probably go for a wussy run, I say wussy because I don't run outside in the freezing cold… and boom out of nowhere, down I went. I felt my right ankle roll and couldn't do a damn thing to break my fall, before I knew it I was sprawled out on the sidewalk in the mud!! About 10 women helped me up and it must have been quite the fall considering how many people stopped to ask if I was ok. I was disappointed that no one gave me a rating though, my friends would have all stood there and laughed at me and rated it! I am going to give it a 9.0 based on how much mud I was covered in not to mention the fact that I couldn't get up and run away immediately. 

I stood there for a minute to catch my breath and started to walk towards the office, realized the best I could muster was a hobble so I hobbled to the offfice. At first it was really painful and I had to stop a few times but after a couple of minutes it felt a bit better. It was a SLOW hobble/limp to the office. I arrived and my co-workers were quite impressed with the amount of mud on my jacket and pants (and I believe my ass). I was hoping I could just sit for a bit to rest my foot and see what was going to happen but no, I had a meeting in another building so I left 10 minutes early to get here in time. Once here my co-worker and I assessed the damage, pulled up my pantleg and yup, my ankle is twice the size of the other one. 

So, I'm waiting a bit to see what happens, I have a drawer full of ibuprofen back at my desk which I will take if I need to and I'm not sure but there may be ice in a first aid kit around here somewhere. If nothing else I can go across the street to the Rabba store and get a bag of frozen peas. I can't do that til I'm out of this meeting though. It hurts, but what's worse, I am dying for a coffee!!! 

And how is your day??

That's all I got... that better be all!!

**Update, I have the BEST co-workers!  One just came back to the meeting room with a bag full o'snow because we don't have icepacks  AND she brought me a coffee..