it wasn't even icy
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People you seriously do not want on your super secret kickass ops team: me.
Walking around my car tonight on a clear, dry evening, carrying nothing but a water bottle dangling from one hand and a set of keys, I managed to fall harder than I have in decades, toppling in stages (foot, ankle, knee, other knee, hand, other hand, chest). As I went down, I was marveling both at the fact that I was falling (I'm usually very good at catching my balance when I stumble), and at how it just wasn't stopping; every time I thought I was done, something shifted and down I went a bit more.
Getting up from something like that is fun when your ankles and knees are crap, but I found a way and got back on my feet, gathered up my water bottle and got the rest of my stuff out of the car, went inside, and took inventory, expecting a lot of raw skin.
Verdict: One impressively skinned knee that will probably bruise up like anything over the next few days, and scraped-feeling skin on my palms and other knee that should be fine by tomorrow, because there was no real surface damage. I'm amazed. Even my jeans never tore, so the skinned knee is reasonably clean (and remarkably, never really bled, so the jeans are safe on that score, too).
Meanwhile, if the cool air today wasn't enough of a clue, my cat Hobbes is cluing me in to the approach of fall in his own way. I had a towel over my lap while I ate dinner to protect from crumbs (and from cats who always want my dinner). Hobbes came over and was poking urgently around, so I figured he wanted some of my food. But no - he was frantic to get his head under the towel, then all disappointed when it turned out to be too short to do him any good. I actually had to haul a blanket over to put over my legs, so he could crawl under it and be warm.
(It's not cold. I'm barefoot and in shorts. He's just very blanket-y.)
I'm sure I had a very incisive, fannish post planned out in my head, before I slipped. Quite sure.
Oh, wait, here's something: Ian McKellan and Patrick Stewart in two plays together: No Man's Land and Waiting for Godot, in New York City, from the end of October through the end of January. For those of a theatrical bent!
Walking around my car tonight on a clear, dry evening, carrying nothing but a water bottle dangling from one hand and a set of keys, I managed to fall harder than I have in decades, toppling in stages (foot, ankle, knee, other knee, hand, other hand, chest). As I went down, I was marveling both at the fact that I was falling (I'm usually very good at catching my balance when I stumble), and at how it just wasn't stopping; every time I thought I was done, something shifted and down I went a bit more.
Getting up from something like that is fun when your ankles and knees are crap, but I found a way and got back on my feet, gathered up my water bottle and got the rest of my stuff out of the car, went inside, and took inventory, expecting a lot of raw skin.
Verdict: One impressively skinned knee that will probably bruise up like anything over the next few days, and scraped-feeling skin on my palms and other knee that should be fine by tomorrow, because there was no real surface damage. I'm amazed. Even my jeans never tore, so the skinned knee is reasonably clean (and remarkably, never really bled, so the jeans are safe on that score, too).
Meanwhile, if the cool air today wasn't enough of a clue, my cat Hobbes is cluing me in to the approach of fall in his own way. I had a towel over my lap while I ate dinner to protect from crumbs (and from cats who always want my dinner). Hobbes came over and was poking urgently around, so I figured he wanted some of my food. But no - he was frantic to get his head under the towel, then all disappointed when it turned out to be too short to do him any good. I actually had to haul a blanket over to put over my legs, so he could crawl under it and be warm.
(It's not cold. I'm barefoot and in shorts. He's just very blanket-y.)
I'm sure I had a very incisive, fannish post planned out in my head, before I slipped. Quite sure.
Oh, wait, here's something: Ian McKellan and Patrick Stewart in two plays together: No Man's Land and Waiting for Godot, in New York City, from the end of October through the end of January. For those of a theatrical bent!
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Date: 2013-09-07 12:37 am (UTC)(also my god, I never get tired of looking at that icon. ♥)
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Date: 2013-09-06 07:19 am (UTC)Also, Hobbes is clearly Japanese at heart and has now succesfully turned his human into a kotatsu.
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Date: 2013-09-06 11:12 am (UTC)I hope you aren't too bruised and that everything heals up quick!
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Date: 2013-09-07 01:25 am (UTC)(I am remarkably unbruised!)
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Date: 2013-09-06 02:52 pm (UTC)And, hey, at least you didn't fall flat on your face (skinned chin, ahoy) in broad daylight at a busy commuter train station with lots and lots of people staring at you like Mr. Horse in Ren and Stimpy while you're auditioning for the role of world's biggest klutz, like one of your friends. *kof*
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Date: 2013-09-07 05:12 pm (UTC)And weirdly, I'm not bruising up at all. Everything's still a little sore and the skin is stiff from being scraped so hard, but that's it. I'm amazed. I slept very warm that night (it was too cold not to be under blankets), which should have swelled me up like crazy, but seems to have done the opposite. Confusing, but I'll take it!
Oh, owwwwww, skinned chin! That must have been awful!
I actually had incentive to keep my head up; I had just stuck my keyring in my mouth to free up my right hand so I could get the car door open and 4-5 things into my hands, and somehow my teeth stayed clenched on those keys the whole way down. *g* I wasn't really thinking about it as I fell, but I think it was enough to keep me from letting my head go forward at all.
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Date: 2013-09-06 05:43 pm (UTC)I finally got started on my idyll fic last night. HOping for more writing time over the weekend.
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Date: 2013-09-07 05:13 pm (UTC)I finally got started on my idyll fic last night. HOping for more writing time over the weekend.
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You have no idea how happy that makes me. *beam*