The bloody indignity of it...

slamming down to the ground, like a sack of shapeless potatoes. I just did it again today, while leaving a building site in front of 7 fellow professionals and a client, all male (just to make matters worse). They clogged around me like 7 mother hens and immediately my scrapes was attended to, cleaned and bactrobanned. As it was my second fall in 4 days, I remarked that I should get my ears checked out (having this huge sinus and allergy thing going certainly can lead to ear problems). Meanwhile, two return from the scene of the crime  humiliation, excited to tell me that it was not my fault as a brick stair I stepped on broke through right in the middle and literally pulled my foot out under me. I was relieved, relieved that it was not my usual inattention, but at the same time hugely humiliated that it was my weight that it gave under and not the fat quite sturdy contractor that I was following up said stair I am sure none of the men can possibly entertain the same thought I have - that it broke under his weight and mine was just the next random step in line. So I have one left arm, heavily scraped just above the bruise of Sunday's fall, a sore left shoulder and other aches and pains. Also a new resolve to loose more weight.  And an "Incident on site" report so that I can go to the  hospital if required.

For Sunday's fall, there will be no report as none of the witnesses are (thank goodness) able to write. As we returned from friends I stepped over our garden fence to turn open the tap to fill the kiddie pool. Just to hook the heel of my dainty sandal on the fence and slam, face first into the nice decorative flagstones leading to the taps. There I was lying, unable to get up as one white dog was standing right next to me, face into mine with a huge frown as expression. A black dog was sitting right on my bum, trying to figure out what happened while the 5 year old ran for the first aid kit. One three year old wanted nothing to do with it all and kept demanding that I turn on the water, while the other plainly ignored the situation and continued to play. A scrape on the side of my face, a small bruise on my leg and quite and ugly and painful bruise and slight sprain on my wrist was the tally for that one.

So I guess I am lucky that I am already taking anti- inflammatory pills and truly hope that these run in twos and not threes.

BTW - when last did you scrape yourself in a fall. I can really not remember that it is this sore. All of a sudden I have a lot more sympathy for my kid's little scrapes and bruises.