What’s with all these injury posts? Maybe I’m just seeking attention.
My friend Adele and I went out to dinner tonight at Boston Pizza on one of those cozy and rainy evenings. I’m marginally addicted to their cheesesteak nachos. Adele is in a wheelchair and after we maneuvered ourselves to a booth I looked for a staff member to tell me where to park our vehicle. Katie saw my situation and took me to a spot just inside the front door. Using my best parallel parking skills, the deed was done.
I was heading back to our booth just as a couple was leaving. I twisted my wet shoe to avoid them … and down I went. I cushioned the fall with my right arm but my head found its way to the floor. I stayed in a slump for a bit, taking in my confusing surroundings. I looked up to see a whole bunch of people standing sideways. Well, perhaps I was the sideways guy. “Stay down, ” someone said. “Should we call 911?” “No,” I said. In my best John Wayne rendition, I told everyone that I was okay.
In a fit of inspiration, I asked the gathering “Was I graceful?” I don’t know what they said in reply. I sat up. My knee hurt. My head hurt a bit. But I was fine, I assured myself. I got up and returned to Adele.
Do I share my story with her? Of course. She was super concerned.
A bit later, Katie came by. “How are you feeling? I know first aid.” Such a sweet person. Then she brought me chamomile tea for my headache. Thank you, Katie.
A couple of hours later, I have a wee touch of head pain but you’ll be happy to know that the combination for my new padlock is 36-38-32. (See yesterday’s post for an explanation of this apparently strange comment.)
The human body is a resilient little piece of protoplasm. I will live to fall another day.
