Three quarters of the way through my work day today, and after the toilets backed up and the A/C was barely adequate, I slipped in some mysterious water. It looked pretty much like on cartoons, where the feet fly out to the side and the body crashes to the ground.
In my case, I slipped in the water, my feet flew out to the side, to the left to be specific, and my glasses went flying, breaking into two pieces. The glamorous young working women in treacherously high-heeled pumps in the accounting firm did not see this spectacle, thank God. There I was busting my ass ... wearing oh-so-fashion-forward Crocs. And a gray-green Old Navy t-shirt. Not glamorous by any means, even if they were to envy my free and creative life. They looked better.
So I fly into the air, once my feet left the floor. And seconds later I crash onto my right hip onto the Saltillo tile floor. It is Saltillo tile laid in a brich patter, in case you're wondering. I'm happy to report that my hip did not crack or break, so I'm taking this as a good sign that my bone density is OK.
Now that I'm home and have had a glass of wine, strange aches and pains are beginning to creep in. My left ankle hurts, as well as various other places, including my left hip, which makes no sense. I'm wearing my sunglasses, so that I can see. You know, because my regular glasses broke into two pieces. I have been jarred, I tell you.
Just wanted y'all to know that this painted groove of mine is not near as glamorous as you might imagine. No complaints ... I'm just saying.