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Fall down go boom

Last night I got home from opera rehearsal (just the Carmen cigarette-factory girls for this year's gala; we're teaming up with Elgin Choral Union instead of trying to pretend the EOTE is a big chorus, which suits my insane January schedule just fine!), went to bring in the mail, and stepped on a patch of black ice.

Fell totally flat on my back, with the main impact points being tailbone, elbows, and back of head. It's a good thing I have a hard head. I don't even have a bump, unless you count the irregularities in my skull. brainiacfive cracked that "The bumps on your skull say that you're accident-prone," which is a pretty good phrenology joke but also probably somewhat true. I've often suspected that it grew that way as a direct self-defensive result of various childhood spills on roller skates, monkeybars, and one memorably boneheaded (no pun intended) trip down a slide on my back, head-first, with my arms at my sides. Which resulted in a landing much like last night's, except that my back hit before my head, which would have been good news for my growing brain if I'd been able to take a breath for what felt like a good five minutes after.

Even if all those escapades didn't actually influence the growth of my skull, though, they did teach me to fall. I don't even remember when I didn't have the automatic analysis/response of no way we're going to catch anything to stop this/get hands the HELL out from under/go limp, but I'm damn sure it's saved me from some nasty injuries.

In any case, I'm fine, although the rest of my body (back and neck in particular) has finally caught on to the fact that everything went rather spectacularly WHAM, and is protesting just enough to remind me to buy more rock salt on the way home. This may also break me of the habit of leaning on my elbows, which are, amusingly, the site of the only visible bruises. I did wake up briefly in the middle of the night thinking ZOMG Natasha Richardson totally thought she was okay too until she wasn't!, but then I woke up again in the morning, so I think we're probably good.

Wish I had video, though. We're talking just like a cartoon.

Also, I would like to blow a GREAT BIG RASPBERRY at winter.

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amilyn
Jan. 13th, 2010 03:49 pm (UTC)
Ack.

The cartoon image is amusing, nonetheless.

I'm glad today is not as much worse as it could be but wish you well. Ugh ugh for falling and stiffness.

*hugs*
wiliqueen
Jan. 13th, 2010 03:53 pm (UTC)
I'm choosing to focus on the entertaining aspects of the whole thing, m'self.

And not being concussed. Because I only do that via ridiculously non-dramatic things like walking into dorm room lofts.
amilyn
Jan. 13th, 2010 04:10 pm (UTC)
Yeah...it's Not Good the number of times someone I know who's Very Smart has been concussed. Being concussed does not do good things for the Very Smart part.

ETA: my point was that I'm glad you're not concussed. I don't know that that came across.

Edited at 2010-01-13 07:10 pm (UTC)
wiliqueen
Jan. 13th, 2010 04:12 pm (UTC)
*giggle* That's how it came across, don't worry.

And I've only been concussed three times. And not in the last 15 years. %-}
amilyn
Jan. 13th, 2010 04:58 pm (UTC)
Well, I'm sure glad it's "only" three times.

That makes it All Okay.

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