Wel,, not how I expected to spend my day off.
I went to the shopping outlet to pick up my dream suitcase, got a great deal. I trundled it back to the car, didn't want to trail it all round.
Then, mentally rubbing my hands at the thought of a fun day more shopping, I set off back across the carpark, tripped over my feet, staggered for what seemed like hours, thought "I'm going to make it" then hit the ground on all 4s, my head kept going and hit the kerb. Ow.
Now listen to this: As I fell, the only thought in my head was, thank goodness I've lost 60+ pounds! At least I'm only plump woman falling, not elephant going Timber!. Obsessive or what?
A kind couple escorted me to a cafe for a glass of water, then I drove home. I've done something to the heel of my left hand, so changing gear was - sweary!
Because I live alone, I was a bit anxious about the giant lump on my head. So I called nhsdirect. They thought I should go to the walk-in centre. They thought I should go to A&E.
Before I went to the walk-in centre, I threw together a hospital bag just in case. Then I threw together a bag of dog meds, in case the kennels had to come for them.
I feel fine, oddly elated if anything, but it was quite a reminder of how easily accidents can happen; a reminder too that no, no matter how many ways they asked me, there really is No-one who could come and sit with me.
The 'thank goodness I'm lighter' even as I was banging my head on concrete amused me though!