It’s been a busy weekend.
Our friends (that we’ve never met) from Minnesota were due to arrive today. Plus we had baking, cleaning, embroidery orders, shopping, etc., all to get ready for the Film Festival this week.
It would have been a beautiful thing, seeing me in action. I was flitting about making preparation magic. Until 3:17 pm when I oh so gracefully walked my Minnesota friend over to the guest house to ever so cooly show her the amazing accommodations. When…..
I completely and wholly….wiped out. Fell flat on my face. Hit the dirt. Took a header, plummet, pitch, plunge, crash, right-on-my-face.
It’s that moment. Nothing to stop the fall. You’re going down. A woman you’ve never met is standing behind you watching you go head first into the bushes.
I had flash of a thought, just a flash, of wondering if she noticed. It went right out of my head when she started calling out, “Oh Lisa! Are you OK?”
Yep, she noticed. Seeing my dress fly up over my head while I’m lying across the sidewalk is a hard thing to miss.
I wanted to start crying, but I didn’t. I’m a big girl. Really big. Too big to get up off of the ground gracefully with a swelling knee and a bit of shock.
I kept saying, “I never fall, I never fall.”
I don’t think she believed me. I’m too good at it, obviously practiced.
My poor new friend who has now seen my underwear had no idea what to do. I didn’t want to move. I just stayed there. When I finally rolled over to discover that I, in fact, had NOT broken my leg I knew that I would eventually be OK.
Maybe not emotionally, but at least I wasn’t going to need to be taken to the hospital.
Welcome to Texas! Can we use your car?
Of course, I did eventually have to get up. It would have been embarrassing to lie there all day.
I’m hobbling around now with a black and blue knee that is swollen and sore. Nice, huh?
But I’m looking on the bright side. At least we’ve broken the ice. I don’t have to wonder how she handles herself in a crisis and she doesn’t have to wonder if I wear Spanx.