I have an entirely unsatisfactory sense of coordination. I walk into things embarrassingly often and I got lost the first time I drove from my home to the shopping mall (it's directly down the highway). Also, I may or may not have fallen down a flight of stairs yesterday. And by that, I mean that my rear is now acquainted with about 75% of the steps in my two-floor dorm room. It hurt a bit, but I quickly stood up, dusted off my bruised ego and fled the room like it was laughing at me.
Today, everything has changed, and I've acquired 4 quadrants of pain. The first is my right ankle, the one that I sprained to the size of a melon in high school. The one that left me on crutches for a month. Fabulous. I suppose going on the eliptical a few hours after the incident didn't help much. It also probably didn't help that I essentially fell down a different flight of stairs last week, twisting this same ankle... I don't do well with stairs, alright?
The second is my hand/wrist area, which I didn't realize I had even hit until typing on a keyboard started to hurt. Oh, this is my right hand. Like, the one I use to write, carry things, etc.
The third is in that hiney-to-upper leg connector area. It's sporting a lovely discoloration and since it's on the connector, it hurts to both sit and walk. I have enough padding down there to keep me safe from general harm, but it was a lot of stairs.
And the fourth is my arm, which apparently took the brunt of the fall. I lost a bit of skin in the process and was left with a raised area that hurt like a fiery brand, but I've always thought that battle wounds were kind of bad-ass. If anyone asks, I'll probably just say that I fought an angry badger or something. He put up a solid fight, but I beasted him.
|It's all puffy in real life.|
The principle reason behind me taking the short way down the stairs was that the flip flops I was wearing are about 5 years old, meaning that any semblance of traction they once would have had is completely gone. Actually, wearing them kind of feels like walking around on a freshly waxed floor at all times. Other places I've almost died while wearing these sandals include in my bedroom, in the bathroom, in the hall, and various other locations with a tiled or wooden floor. Could it be time for me to invest in a new pair of flip flops? I do think so. But I love this pair because they're sturdy and comfortable to wear for an entire day of walking. Based on that criteria, I want a pair of Birkenstocks, Rainbows, or Reefs, but I'll walk around barefoot before I spend so much money on sandals.
I'll also point out that the stairs are wooden and there is no handrail. Try to pull that crap in a senior center and tell me someone doesn't get sued.