Back in the days, I would have pen fights with friends at school. We would see how much we could mark each other up & be the last one standing. Well......back in mid September, Brynn and I were being totally mature and were engaged in a pen fight. However, we had only one pen and it was in my possession. Brynn wrestled it away from me. But alas, I prevailed in retrieving it again! But boy, Brynn is very persistent & just as competitive as me. Must be in the genes or somethin'. I was not about to give in, but I was close to losing. So with pen in my hand, I jumped up, ran through the kitchen, down the hall past the shoe rug, and used my free hand to open the front door, gracefully tripping over the entry way rug only to land outside on the porch rug and looking at the cement suddenly a millimeter away from my nose.
Oh the PAIN!!! My shin hurt like the dickens and my knee, too. What happened? One minute I was flying down the hall, absolutely certain that I didn't touch a single big foot shoe as I passed. As I rolled over onto my back on the porch, I grabbed my shin with my hands trying to hold the pain in one place. The natural man came out & all I could say was, "What in the h*#! did I trip on?!" Brynn just smiled and pointed down at the entry way rug rolled up in the doorway and said, "the rug". Duh! Honestly, I did not feel anything catch on my foot. I really was confused at what had caused me to kiss the porch cement. By this time I was laughing and crying and writhing in pain. All I had planned on doing is opening up the front door to chuck the stupid pen into the bushes where Brynn would have to go digging for it, thus allowing me to come out the WINNER!
All of my girls were home & gathered around me on the porch. "Are you o.k.?" "Are you laughing or crying?" "Do you want an ice pack?" They are great girls. I love them! My responses were: "I don't know", "yes", "no, not yet". I thought I was o.k., but I HURT so bad! I was laughing AND crying because it was such a hilarious biff & crying because like I said, I HURT! And the ice packs were too heavy for me to even stand the thought of putting them ON my leg. So I simply asked for a can of diet coke, 4 advil, and 2 cold wet rags....in that order.
It took me 15 minutes, at least, to be able to get up off the porch. In that 15 minutes or so, I eagerly took my advil with my diet coke & propped my leg up on the chair with the cold rags on my shin & knee. Of course Terry timed it perfectly and called from work 2 minutes after my graceful exit from the house. So he listened to me explain it all while still laughing/crying in pain. Too bad he missed the action, though. Brynn said it was the funniest thing to watch it from behind:) I bet it was!!
I scraped my shin on the metal threshold. This picture was taken after I could finally get up & into the house. Although it took another half an hour to be able to stop crying from the pain. What a boob!
After a week or so, I took more pictures of the beautiful scabs. However, my shin was more bruised than scraped. To this day, it's still a large bump that's still painful to touch. My knee has a nice scar from the rug burn and most of the swelling on the inside of it has gone down. I can at least kneel for prayer again:)
I did sprain my left hand and I hurt my left shoulder in the fall as well. But the pain in my leg took over my brain & I didn't feel the other pain until the next day. My hand still bothers me some, especially when I play the piano. My shoulder is getting better, too. Sometimes I can lay on it during the night for 15 minutes or so before it hurts enough that I roll back over.
I'm just an old fart & need to find other non-running ways to cheat Brynn at pen fights!
