Here is a great piece of advice from me to you…we don’t bounce like we used to as children. When we fall, we fall hard, and we can’t get up.
A few weeks ago I was over at my friend’s house for the big championship game between Auburn and Oregon. I was born and raised in Eugene, I am a huge Oregon Duck fan! My friend who was having the party…Auburn alum. Sadly my Ducks lost, but it was a fun game and I had a great time hanging out with friends.
Me and M (my friend’s daughter). M is rocking her Tiger bib. I am pretty sure she is going “This is what the Tigers are going to do to the Ducks, GRRRR”
It was after the game as I was attempting to head home that the incident occurred. It was cold and late and ice was covering the ground. I started to walk down the steps to the driveway and I said over my shoulder to Jen, “Careful, these steps are icy.”
Next thing I know, my arms are flailing and I am going down. My feet literally slipped out from under me. I land hard on my back, one step hitting me across my bra strap and shoulder blade and another makes contact with my left hip. It was brutal. I think if I had landed more on my side I would have cracked a rib or two. I manage to get up and am doubled over trying to get air back into my lungs. Jen keeps asking, “Are you okay? Are you okay?” All I could do was wheeze as I tried to suck in air. Once I could finally get a breath I looked at her with tears streaming down my face and said, “See, I told you they were icy.” Then we both started laughing hysterically.
My left hip, two days later. Photo taken by Jen…in the sickroom at work, we totally started rumors as we walked out together That’s how we roll!
I went to the doctor the next day because my neck was bothering me so much and I wanted to make sure I hadn’t seriously injured myself. Turns out I simply strained a neck muscle when I jerked my head as I fell to prevent it from being smacked into the ground. Awesome.
So take it from me kids, we don’t bounce like we used to when we were little. I am in the home stretch to my 30th birthday and my body is not a fan of being thrown down the stairs. I was sore for a week and walking funny. There is only one reason I want to be walking funny and it ain’t ‘cause I fell down some stairs!