Monday, March 8, 2010

I've Done It Again...

Yesterday the three of us (me, Sound Man, Kiddo) were lounging around the living room after a busy day at church. Kiddo had just put some food down for Jonathan (who is Jonathan, you ask? Well, here's a hint:)


...and we were eating lunch. I had gotten a little chilly and had my Mimmie's afghan (do y'all call crocheted blankets "afghans" or is that just a Southern thing?) on my lap. When I finished my lunch (yummy leftover homemade pizza that the three of us had a blast making Saturday night...post coming later this week) I got up to take my plate or whatever it was in the kitchen.

What happened next is kind of a blur. I'm sure you know where this is going if you've read my blog for any length of time. I stepped around the recliner where I had been sitting, and the next thing I knew I was flat face down on the floor. I lay there for a minute, not sure exactly what happened, and wondering if I was bleeding because there was liquid smeared on the floor and my arms.

Sound Man said one second I was there, the next I wasn't. I had landed on our concrete floor and from the crashing sound that came afterwards, had broken every dish in a five house radius. He jumped up to check on me and said when I wasn't moving it scared him. The first thing he said was, "What hurts?"

Well, for one thing, it wasn't blood on me and the floor, it was Diet Coke. I had one in my hand and evidently it splattered all over the place when I fell. Second, I was lying so still because I was trying to figure out what in blue blazes had just happened. So, my response to Sound Man's question was a very dignified, "I have no idea what happened!" He probably thought it was my brain that hurt.

He said my feet got tangled up in the afghan and then to add to that, I stepped on Jonathan's bowl, which made me lose my balance. How BOTH of my feet ended out from under me is still a mystery to both of us.

I'm okay, save for a few bruises on my left side. Evidently I didn't fall completely flat. And I'm really, really sore. Even more sore than when I had my infamous Atlanta fall. The only real casualty (besides the Diet Coke...sniff sniff) was one of my cheap but pretty Walmart special "Holiday Time" white bowls that came 4 for $5. Not a whole kitchen of dishes like I originally thought, just the one bowl I had been carrying. Dang it. They probably won't sell those this year. Oh, well. Better a pretty bowl than my pretty face. Whatever that means.

My status on Facebook today says, "Heathahlee has done it again. I need to be a professional faller downer."

Fo' realz.

12 comments:

southerninspiration said...

OUCH....I know that hurt....a year or so ago, somehow my feet got tangled on me outside stepping out of the garage, and I fell down onto the concrete......i was pretty sore for days, too. Great that you didn't hit your head, your face or your teeth!!! omg.......glad you're ok.

Suzanne

southerninspiration said...

Jonathan looks like he could be kin to our Lucie and yes, we call our crocheted blankets afghans....

Suzanne

Darlene said...

I knew exactly what you were talking about when you said an afghan! I'm so sorry about your fall. You will definitely be sore for a few days. Glad you only broke your bowl (though sorry it had to break). I still think Jonathan is just adorable!!♥

Bonnie said...

Oh ouch!!! Like comment #1 - SO glad you didn't hit your head, your face or your teeth. I have cracks in one of my front teeth because my hands were full when I fell once and I'm just so glad you fell at an angle that protected all of those parts!!!! Hopefully the soreness doesn't last for anything more than a day or two & you're back to your chipper self.

Oh...and I'm originally from New Jersey and I have several afghans in my house, all lovingly crocheted by my Nana years ago... I hear you, though. I live in the Pacific Northwest now and people look at me really odd when I use the word afghan. Someone once actually asked why I would have an "African" keep me warm....I think I laughed for a week straight thinking about THAT question...

Teri Lynne Underwood said...

I saw it on Facebook ... and thought, "I love that girl!" Just the way you look at life makes me thankful to know you (even in such a small way as through the internet). Your joyful outlook on life is such a blessing in my life!! ((hugs))

Megandvd@Beauty in the Attempt said...

I am so glad you didn't hurt yourself. Last q I got my heel caught in my pant and found myself flat on my face TWICE!!! Once in front of my class...second out in the parking lot --- needless to say I threw those pants away ASAP upon getting home. I love your take on life....love it.

Cheers
e

Southern Queen Bee said...

Thank goodness you did not cut your self on the dish. I know that happened to me awhile back, I was at the top of the stairs and the next at the bottem. It happens so fast. Bet the dog was wishin for some food was left on that plate to hit the floor! Have a great week.

Anonymous said...

your so funny! remember when we had that big dinner at aunt shirley's house and we (the kids) were fixing our plates and i was rounding the table and the rug slid across the floor with me? amazingly only spilling 2 blackeyed peas? Love my food ha! glad you didnt do too much damage!!
Ruth

Richella said...

Oh, Heather. . . bless your heart. . . you must be so sore! I'm grateful that you didn't break more than the bowl. Falling is scary--and I would know, because if there were a professional faller downer society, I could be a charter member.

By the way, it's "afghan" all the way around here. . . except when we call them "Africans" as a nod to my hubby's grandmother. Who knows why she called them "Africans"? Weird, huh?

Brandi said...

Friend, I am sorry, but I would have laughed. I would have made sure you're ok, mind you, but I would have laughed. So glad that you are safe and sound and that the only casualty was the Diet Coke.

I have another friend whose habit is falling. Except her falls have required years of mouth surgery. Be thankful.

Jennifer Juniper said...

Oh my gosh! I could almost see you lying there! And yes, I call a knitted blanket an afghan and I'm from PA.:)

Jennifer Juniper said...

Oh my gosh! I could almost see you lying there! And yes, I call a knitted blanket an afghan and I'm from PA.:)