I’m Too Old for This to Keep Happening

I’m almost 39 years old. You’d think I’d be better at, you know, walking. Turns out, not so much.

Last night, on my way to happy hour. I came down the stairs of the parking garage and twisted my ankle and fell to the ground. There was a moment where I thought I wasn’t going to be able to get back up. As I was on the ground, trying to figure out if I was going to have to call my husband to come get me from the ground – not a short trip, by the way – an SUV that was circling up the garage stopped. The guy rolled down his window and asked me if I was okay.

I’d say I was embarrassed but I’m not. I’ve fallen too often to really be embarrassed by it any more.  So, I limped into work today. One of the nice Facilities guys offered me a ride in his golf cart because, evidently, I looked that pathetic.

So, I’m sitting in my office with my foot propped up on a chair and a bag of ice on it.

This is my life. And really, I’m too old to still be falling down to the ground.

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