Bruises shouldn't be there...

[trinityvixen]

My arms have gotten quite the workout this week. They've been a tad achy since Wednesday, as on Tuesday I hefted heavy stuff around at work, restocking our newly mold-free cold room. Thursday was no exception, and I had to make it worse by carting around a gallon of milk and two two-liter diet pepsi bottles from the grocery store and CVS. Big fat hairy deal, right? I make that kind of tow once or twice a week, and I was even tempted to make it worse by picking up 3 12-pack of cans of Coke that were on sale because I have trouble controlling my impulses where cheap(er) soda is concerned (no kidding, I will walk out of my way to hit the vendors for $1.25 diet pepsi 20 oz'ers instead of going across the cafeteria for the $1.50 machine; I even price-shopped CVS on my way to the grocery store to see which had cheaper 2 liters).

Only the problem is, carrying heavy things with already achy arms, you're not at your fastest reaction-wise. Walking up the hill from Lexington along 97th street, I tripped and couldn't catch myself because my arms were slowed down by the bags I was carrying and were too sore to react as fast as they might have with that weight. I did what I did roughly fifteen years ago on my birthday: I caught myself on the chin and knee. A lady kindly stopped to see if I was okay, and I basically was, though my face was probably flaming (nothing hurt but my pride, which tends to bruise easily). I cracked half the eggs I'd bought when I dropped the bag with the milk on top of them, skinned my knee, my chin, and my cheek. I limped home and put alcohol on all of these places and then picked at my palms to get out the pieces of street that got embedded in them (still haven't got all of it, even after going at it with a needle). That stung the worst, besides the wounded pride, of course (I can't claim that there was a step or pothole I didn't see, I'm sure I just slipped in my flip-flops like I tripped over my own feet in second grade--luckily this time my chin didn't require stitches).

I'm sure I made a lovely impression on Lisa's friends who'd come over for emperor's new groove, tired, sweaty, looking like I'd gotten into a fight and lost (the red cheek was great), not to mention a bit reticent because I'd already had a head ache before I smacked my noggin into the cement). Last night, I had to keep adjusting so as not to put pressure on my chin because, though scabbed over, it was and is still sore. I woke up this morning to find a nice little bruise on my boob (what. the. fuck?) and thigh and my knee, not surprisingly, still hurts. I think I'll take the weekend to recover at home. A little trip to all-night Wal-Mart, central air...

Comments

[kent-allard-jr.livejournal.com]

Aw, you poor girl!

[arkanfel.livejournal.com]

shoot. sorry to hear about that. I can't begin to tell you how many times I've had pratfalls. I'm just happy that I havn't sprained my ankle in 2.5 years now.

Well, at least you got to use the word "boob" in your post. We're all glad that you wern't seriously hurt. My dad took a dive like that once... so yeah.. my empathy.

[hslayer.livejournal.com]

That's what happens when you wear flip-flops as shoes.
And are a spaz.
I am sorry to hear about the boob, though. That's a shame.

Feel better anyway. ^_^

[ivy03.livejournal.com]

Aw, woobie! Looks like the hurt is just goin' around this week.

I once tripped on the front steps of my dorm and, as my hands were in my pockets, it being winter, caught my full weight on my front two teeth. I looked like I'd gotten in a fight, what with the fat lip. I'm just glad I didn't loose the teeth.

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

Ooh, that's a narsty one. Truthfully, my teeth were what I worried for the most. All seem to be okay.

Yeah, it's been that kind of week.

[viridian.livejournal.com]

I do the same essentially every time I walk any significant distance in sandals.

We have a Wal-Mart up here??? Do nab me on the way there, & come over and see if you think my hairless mouse needs to be put down. :(

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

I come see you tomorry. I'll call you, promise. Then Wal-Mart at ungodly hour hooray!

[infosatyr.livejournal.com]

hmmm
given that we live on the third floor of a walk up, anf flip flops are the perfered form of footwear here.....*ponders*
but i understand the flip-flop-trip
i have mastered this art
this is usually caused either trying to walk up stair backwards carring some assembly required furniture
or somebody (cough cough brother) who is addicted to stepping on the back of my flip flops

but hope your better soon...and so you know the comment of oh no dayle suffered from FGBD (this is actually used as an abv by drs, it means fall down go boom), and your brother had me read the post to him so he would know you are okay

do you need anything from hawaii to make you feel better?

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

Like I said, nothing permanently injured but my pride. Thanks for the offer. Just needed to winge.

[infosatyr.livejournal.com]

just think of it as an excuse to get presents :)