thistlechaser | I suspect I know what my last thought will be before I die...

On Saturday, I finished up my housework by taking the trash out. The trees around my apartment drop these horrible seed(?) things: Big balls the size of a ping pong ball, covered in spikes. They're so big and hard, you can feel them as you drive over them. Stepping on them isn't a good idea.

Somehow I stepped on one.

Other than the one time I fainted a year or so back, I can't remember the last time I fell down. It's probably been years. It was that cliche "time slows down" thing, the ground sllooooowwwly coming up at me. This isn't right... went through my head as the ground got closer and closer.

I landed on my hands and knees (bad enough), but that wasn't enough to stop my momentum and my downward path was finally halted by my chin and nose connecting with the pavement (mostly my chin). I clicked my teeth hard, but luckily didn't crack anything. My face was a bloody mess though, both dirty from street grime and bloody from "road rash".

Luckily no one saw me fall -- it was embarrassing enough being alone. I got myself back up onto my feet, and, dazed, went back to my apartment.

I usually do my push-ups Monday-Wednesday-Friday, though I'm not sure if the heels of my hands will be up to it today. (They weren't cut, but are sore/bruised.) My knees are odd: They hurt when I touch them (as if they were bruised), but if I don't touch them they're fine and nothing is visible on them. My chin, on the other hand, is a mess. It's got a big red-black scab and bruise on it. Unfortunately it makes it look like I have a dirty chin...

All in all, I'm VERY lucky it wasn't worse. Things like this make me so conscious of the risks of living alone though. I love (LOVE) living alone, but it would be nice if I had a safety net as well...