Last spring I fell while walking the sidewalks of Trailer High. I didn't trip. I don't know if I blacked out for a moment or what. A trip to the ER revealed incredibly low blood pressure (not the norm for me, trust me!) and a "Lance Armstrong" pulse. Six weeks later after an abundance of tests...nothing! Nada!
So last Friday in my overly crowded trailer classroom, I fell again. This time, a student stepped out right when I went behind her. She ended up accidentally tripping me. I tried to regain my footing, but there were backpacks in the aisle. Yep! All the way to the floor! I cleared a row of portfolios off a shelf while I was going. The kids were freaked, but just a couple of bruises on my left side--so no real damage done.
Last night I was helping L carry some things into the house from her car. Somehow, I managed to stumble on two of the last steps into our house and ended up on our concrete steps. I managed to save one pie (pumpkin, of course!) and her computer, but another pie (apple) wasn't so lucky. The knees of the jeans I was wearing didn't fare so well. Neither did my knees for that matter.
*sigh* Are you thinking what I'm thinking?? Sounds like someone needs to get working on balance exercises again. If I keep going at this rate, I am going to be the black, blue, scraped, and bloody woman. Not quite the look I am going for.