Poor, poor me*

When we last left off, I was going to get into my new goals. I had this really cool analogy in mind too! How when I walk my dog in the mornings, I see this lake, then I have to go down this hill so I can’t see the lake anymore even though I’m closer to the lake than I was when I started. It was going to be really cool.

I had it basically written in my head – could feel the flow I wanted to follow, had paragraph ideas mapped out, and even a nice little ending. I could even picture some comments! I was going to write it this evening since I needed to leave for work after my walk.

I had followed my normal path through the neighborhood, returning to my house only to stop to drag my garbage can back to the house. The plan, as I remember it, was to get my plastic trash receptacle, grab the mail, then head up the driveway.

The plan went awry. I must have stepped on the curb wrong with my left foot, and when I stumbled, my right foot refused to support my weight. You can imagine my surprise when I found myself lying on the street.

It hurt.

“Wow.” I said softly, checking to make sure I wasn’t seriously injured. I picked up my headphones that had clattered to the ground during my tumble, looked up to find the dog regarding me from around the garbage can, and sat up.

No blood, I determined, though I was scratched pretty badly. Both hands, my right elbow. I tore a hole in my pretty blue yoga pants, so that was sad. Wiggling my toes, I decided to stand, and regretted it. Both ankles are really swollen as I sit on my loveseat typing.

I’m working from home today if anyone needs me. I fell down and hurt myself.

*Today finds me more able to walk. The right ankle seems to have recovered, though the left one is still sulking. I'm bruised, but not nearly as badly as I could be. So I have upgraded to moderately poor me. Good news, right?