(Facebook has been a blessing and a curse – it has helped me keep in touch with friends and family all across the globe but it has also turned into a time-sponge. Frequent changes in format and software can be frustrating too and I find it difficult to find older material…so I will be reprinting some of that “stuff here, to include:)
One of the surest signs of middle age is the fear that something as inconsequential as a fall can have for you.
In between classes one day I made a quick trip to a nearby comic store called The Great Escape, I must have been there 20 or 30 times so it was quite a surprise when I tripped on the way as I was walking from my car to the store. In retrospect I think I know what happened: there is one spot on the raised sidewalk, just in front of the door, that has a chunk missing. A concrete divot so to speak. I think my foot came down on that spot and the gap was just enough to throw me off and throw me down.
I wish I had a video of it, set to music – “Staying Alive” by the Bee Gees. I kept catching myself, kind of raising up but then getting off balance again. I keep forgetting that I’m not 35 and I’m carrying a ruck-sack’s worth of extra weight around my mid-section, seriously messing up my center of gravity.
Up and down, then forward, down then up again.
“….ah-ah-ah-ah stayin’ alive, stayin alive!”
I was just about out of oomph when I got to the door. I was aiming for the handle but instead hit the glass, which thankfully didn’t break. It flew open and I did this kind of bastardized PLF (parachute landing fall) and came to a rest over the threshold, laughing my ass off.
A clerk looked down and said:
”I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone come through the door like that.”
“Welcome to the Great Escape.”
Falls are kind of scary to me now; what with the severe arthritic problems pain issues that I deal with daily. Thankfully, the damage was slight- a twisted ankle, a slight rip to the knee of my pants…
….and the loss of whatever dignity I may have held in that store.