“Ouch!”cried the old lady.

First, please don’t be concerned about my self-esteem just because I refer to myself as an old lady.  I’ve earned the title by living well for a long time, and I think I make a grand one.

I had a real old lady moment last Wednesday when I took a tumble.  Fear of falling is built into the aging process, and I’ve been acutely aware of it since my friend fell in her bathroom with pretty serious results. And a couple of weeks ago I had a close call when I stumbled over a step at the entry of my son’s new house.  I was able to abort the fall and just suffered looking a little silly.  Oh well, silly’s okay.

Anyway, on Wednesday I was negotiating around my ironing board as I have done a million times, but this time I tangled with the ironing basket (which I’m proud to say was empty).  I fell over it backward and it happened so fast there was not a millisecond in which to formulate and execute a plan for saving the day.  Bam! and I am surprised to be sitting rather than standing.  By the time THWAM comes to investigate the noise, I am upright on my knees trying to assess the damage.  He looks at me and says, “What are you doing?”  A good number of smart-aleck answers come to mind, but I just confess that “I have fallen and I can’t get up.”  That makes me laugh hysterically, leaving THWAM totally confused.  We do figure out that nothing is broken, but still I can’t manage to get myself from a kneeling to a standing position.  Still laughing, I have to crawl on hands and knees to the bed and pull myself up by the bedpost.  I notice that I have scraped my arm, leaving two minor but bloody wounds. It’s only later that I find that more than my dignity has been bruised–yes, my behind as well, with a 5-incher that has blossomed in all its black-blue-yellow-purple beauty.  No, you can’t see it, it’s very private, you’ll have to rely on your imagination.

I could have snapped a wrist, an arm, a hip, but I didn’t.  I’m taking this to mean that my bones aren’t terrible, which is good news when you are an old lady like me.

Blessings!

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2 Responses to ““Ouch!”cried the old lady.”

  1. martha bailey on July 25th, 2011 at 8:45 am

    Wow! a purple 5 incher! I’m surprised you did not use that as an excuse to not come to Curves. You’re no wimp!

  2. martha bailey on July 25th, 2011 at 8:45 am

    Wow! a purple 5 incher! I’m surprised you did not use that as an excuse to not come to Curves. You’re no wimp!