The Big Fall of 2010

It all started innocently enough. A walk to the bathroom along a park sidewalk with my daughter.

As we walked, I teased my friend Katie a few feet away, “Maybe when I get back, I’ll go get us an iced coffee…” We had been hard at work, providing an “adult” presence at drama camp.

{Of course, I had to make this week about me.}

Her delight was clear as she replied, “If you do that — I will kiss YOU!” As Fairy Godmother of camp, she waved her wand and flipped her tutu.

I raised her caffeine-deprived flirtation with a little kick. Or did I throw my hip to the right… Inanycase — while walking… on the edge of a side walk… at a park… holding my daughter’s hand… I bit it.

falling down

The details are foggy as I think back. I just remember that my right foot missed the sidewalk. But rather caught a low-spot in the grass and all of me came tumbling down.


The right ankle crackled… though did not snap or pop. Seems I am not a Rice Krispie after all. As I fell, one word raced through my head.

R A G N A R ! ! !

Other things crossed my mind too: no health insurance, no health insurance, PAIN, and maybe a curse word or two.

I laid there stunned. Then laughed. Then wimpered. Then groaned. I remember hitting the ground with my fist a number of times in an effort to make the pain less pain-y.

I realized I was in the sun and had to ROLL into the shade. After Katie stopped laughing, she got me an ice pack.

Yadda, yadda, yadda, great friends, the passing of an hour, and my huz… I got to the car. But the whole “put your arm over my shoulder” tactic revealed a bit of a hamstring pull in my other leg.


By the time I got home I decided it was just easier to crawl. My huz helped me to the porch and upon my insistence for all the hamstring pain… for the first time in my life… I crawled into my house. Straight to the couch.

A set of crutches from a friend, 2 mega-doses of Ibuprofen and 8 hours have given me hope. I just walked tenderly for a number of steps and am hopeful that I will run in a week.

It has also been said I am crazy.

I feel I need to add —  Katie and I never did get that coffee.


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9 Responses to “The Big Fall of 2010”

  1. Jessica says:

    Wow. I feel your pain. Just a couple days ago I had the same kind of “uncoordinated” issue and tripped over my top step and onto the porch, slamming my face into our front door, glasses and all, hereby jacking up my neck and jaw. I’m still recovering. Luckily my lip *has* gone down. (I’m hoping there won’t be a scar.) And the girls did recover from their laughing fits and offer their condolences for my face plant when they saw the blood, so that was nice.

    Hope you feel better soon.=)

  2. bumer! I’m impressed with the photographic journal..you are clearly secure in your self esteem!

    I hope you feel better soon, so sorry for you! My last big fall was off a horse, right over his head..very embarassing!

  3. Rebecca says:

    Oh no!!!!! I am so sorry! The good news is that you look really great in those shorts! Jennnnaaayyyy! Did you break it? Is that the dumb metal curb at L. Park? Stupid curb.

  4. Stephanie says:

    Oh no! This Jewish mother says “RICE” – Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation. http://www.nursesnotebook.com/rice_treats_strains_sprains.htm for more info. Good luck!

  5. cherie says:

    Jenny, maybe it’s this week or we are all on our periods. I crashed my bike on Monday nice scuffs to my face, shoulder & knee. of course published on facebook (battle scars). F-U-D-G-E!! of course came out loudly followed by “i’m okay” I have to be no insurance, 1/2 marathon in 5 days. I’m fine – ouch- fine. lol. Anywho, rest up. ice, ice more ice. maybe an ankle adjustment if you can. those work wonders on sprained ankles. take it from the clutz.

  6. Maggie says:

    OK… for the record, I did not start laughing until I got to the hamstring part. OMG, I just had to laugh and shake my head. How on earth?! lol

    Now that I got all that gigglin’ outta my system, I truely hope you are feeling better!! =)

  7. jennie says:

    OH NO, Mr. Bill! I’m not giggling, I swear.

    Okay. A little.

    But I’m super sad too. It’s sad giggles.

  8. Libby says:

    I am so sorry. At least you’ll have HUGE forearms from the crutches. Wait, maybe that isn’t a good thing…

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