Yesterday Jeremy Buckner and I went out and did a couple of bids in Scottsdale. The day was sunny and not as hot as usual in the North Valley. We were having a good day.
Then came the bad. As we were leaving the last house, I cut across the porch to head out the side gate. Going from the bright sun into the shade was a little blinding, and I didn't happen to see the four inch tall drop off of the porch.
I probably would have been fine if the edge of my shoe hadn't caught on the top of the curb as I was moving forward. But naturally my shoe did catch the edge, and as I fell my ankle rolled to the side and I felt a nasty crunch and it hurt-- alot! Since I was moving pretty fast, my landing was extra hard and I somehow managed to skin my knees, elbow, and abraded my palm as I hit the 120 degree pavers. I lay there for a moment frying slowly on the hot stone, and did a quick self-diagnostic check. I flexed my foot up and down, and according to Jeremy I had a shocking grimace on my face.
Naturally, the first words out of Jeremy's mouth were, "Dude, did you fall?!
Ummmm.... Yeah. I wanted to say all kinds of sarcastic things to him, but all I could come up with at the moment was a feeble, "Aaaarrrgh?"
At first he thought I hit my head on the corner of the steel deck chair that was laying a few inches from my head. Good thing it didn't or I'd have been holding a flap of skin closed over my blood-covered scalp; that is, unless I would have knocked myself out cold.
I got to my feet and tested my ankle. It hurt, but no shooting pain and I could walk on it. I'm not sure when Jeremy started laughing, but he did. According to him it was when he realized just how dramatic it is when I fall down. And how epic the landing always is.
See the problem is, when I start to fall, my reflexes take over and fight tooth-and-nail to stay upright. Add to that my huge feet that give me enough balance to stay up for a few seconds longer but not enough to regain it completely, and the problem is exacerbated, because I will literally run myself into the ground, adding painful velocity every step of the way.
My tumbling, running falls are always grand. And painful. And comical to all who see it.
The pain wasn't so bad last night. I was able to stand for a half-hour cooking baleadas without any problems. But this morning I hurt more. Much more. It doesn't feel broken, but maybe it is. We'll see.
