Falling Down
Yesterday was my day with Kendall. I picked her up and had to stop at our church for something on the way home. It is in the middle of nowhere. No cell phone service, no close neighbors. I had this thought. What if I fell on all this ice, with Kendall, and no one around? I was so careful. Later in the day... I left the shop with Kendall in arms and banking and mail to go the post office and bank. Not. Being. Careful. I fell. Legs out from under me, smack down on the tailbone, Fell. Kendall cried. Wallowing around on the ice, I checked her. Scared, not hurt. Her, that is. Me, on the other hand. Instant headache, nauseated and dizzy. It was a good hit. JWS, on the phone, in the office, missed it. I went back to the shop to check my wounds. He told me about his fall and showed me his elbow. I might or might not have said something bad to him. In my dizzy, sick, pained state, I could not be held accountable. Thankfully, I think a quick trip to the chiropractor might have...