"I tripped."
"You ok?"
"Yeah, nothing broken. Thanks." Shaken. I know I yelled when I hit, out of frustration as much as anything. Terrified of breaking.
I am not having a good stretch here.
I continued on, because the restrooms at Trader Joe's were closer than home, and I could wash up and assess the damage. Road rash on the bridge of my nose, so I wadded up paper towel and held it in place with mask and glasses. Slice on my cheek that would stop bleeding before I got home. Picked up dinner, although in a bit of a haze. Didn't have my phone, for some reason. Got home feeling less shaken, but with my nose starting to throb.
Going to go sob a bit.
13 comments:
Oh, good heavens! Cats will be there to comfort you until Dylan can be there, I'm sure. Were it me, I think I'd sleep in for the next couple of mornings. I hope you recover from this shake-up fairly soon.
Sometimes nothing will do but a good cry. None of this is easy. As Crow wrote, thank goodness for Dylan and the good medicine of cats.
Crow,
He helped me patch up, hugs and made dinner.
am,
Gravity is a harsh mistress.
Oh my, but I am glad to read that you are OK.
Sorry to hear about this mishap - but not surprised. The tensions and strain you've been under are loosening, the armour is coming off - it all makes navigating the physical world more challenging!
I do hope you can take a real rest before engaging with looking for new 'work'. Cats and gardening. That should do it!
Oh dear, poor you! Hope you heal soon.
you are a talisman of bravery in a cowardly world ... upwards and onwards !
Accepting, Pam.
Thanks.
Tristan,
More like slightly off to the side, and I certainly don't feel brave at all.
Gentle,
Yup, feeling very raw and unbalanced.
Dear woman, take care of yourself, give yourself plenty of time and easy does it.
Sabine,
Trying.
I know that disorienting feeling of being out and about and having to get things done when everything has gone wrong. It’s rotten. Take care.
Hugs (but gentle ones)!
Should Fish,
Amen.
pc,
Hugs are fine.
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