In my latest attempt at grace, this weekend I managed to fall in the shower. In fact as I write this, I’m sitting in my cube with my foot resting on top of the desk so it stays elevated.
Yesterday morning I was trying to balance on one leg while inspecting the backside of my other leg – thought I had a bite/bump/g-d knows what – when I slipped and crashed into the multitude of shampoo, conditioner, shave gels bottles. I made quite the crash which was followed by the loud screech of my mom’s chair sliding back upstairs in the kitchen. After a rather loud “ow!” from me, I realized I should follow that up with “I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay” as my mom thundered down the stairs. Nothing like being naked laying on the shower floor and having your mom come in!
The good, and rather surprising news given my penchant for clumsiness, is that I didn’t a) fall through the glass doors or b) break anything. All I did was cut and bruise the bottom of my foot. So today I’m gimping around work – didn’t want to use crutches, but was seriously considering the cane Mom offered – crossing my fingers that I’m back on my feet soon. After all, I have a $100 bet to win!
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