Fat Man Fall Down
So I fall. Often. Falling is like my mutant power. If falling had any crime fighting potential I could be an X-Man. Usually I fall in the most embarrassing ways possible. For instance I once fell in the middle of Main Street in Abingdon. What caused me to fall that particular time you ask? Well I slipped on the crosswalk. Yes the actual paint used to make crossing the street safer actually caused me to fall while crossing said street. Traffic stopped. As if that alone wasn't embarrassing a passer-by told me that another person had fallen in the same spot earlier in the day. I felt suddenly reprieved, at least I wasn't the only one. The passer-by went on to reveal that it was a little old lady and she thought she really had injured herself. Great. The streets of Abingdon aren't safe for octogenarian women or me. That makes me feel so much better.
Yesterday I fell in the shower of my new housing. And I mean I *fell*. I ate shit in the worst way. My feet did the little shuffle complete with the slipping on porcelain sound effect and I grabbed at the air, desperate to save myself. As the name of the post implies I was unsuccessful at preventing the, ahem, rough landing. And today, lets just say the phrase "world of pain" applies. My entire hip is bruised. And I am pretty sure that I may have permanently injured my left shoulder. So I will always remember this summer. Years from now I can sit back and say to myself "Self, remember that summer where I worked at the tiny little theatre and permanently handicapped myself in the shower? Those sure were good times." At least no one was there to see me fall.
Yesterday I fell in the shower of my new housing. And I mean I *fell*. I ate shit in the worst way. My feet did the little shuffle complete with the slipping on porcelain sound effect and I grabbed at the air, desperate to save myself. As the name of the post implies I was unsuccessful at preventing the, ahem, rough landing. And today, lets just say the phrase "world of pain" applies. My entire hip is bruised. And I am pretty sure that I may have permanently injured my left shoulder. So I will always remember this summer. Years from now I can sit back and say to myself "Self, remember that summer where I worked at the tiny little theatre and permanently handicapped myself in the shower? Those sure were good times." At least no one was there to see me fall.