Besides me dropping the ball. On just about everything lately. Sigh.
But last night, it was ME.
We went out to eat last night. Nothing special or exciting, just a way for me to avoid cooking after working 20 hours in 2 days, and for Mark to get pasta for carbo loading before today's Buckeye Trail 50K [update: Mark came in 3rd! In the rain and mud.]
Ellis called a bathroom emergency, and I grabbed her and took off for the ladies room. I dodged a waiter, carrying a tray of pasta, as we passed the kitchen door, my foot went from carpet to slippery tile, and my legs went out from underneath me. I couldn't exactly drop Ellis and brace myself, so I hit the floor hard, and Ellis bashed her head and elbow on the wall. I was pretty shaken. Took a screaming Ellis in to take care of the bathroom issue (I didn't need an accident to top things off). Servers were coming in to check on us. One told me "You have to wear rubber soled shoes around here. It's slippery." NO KIDDING.
Once I got Ellis calmed down and realized she had no visible injuries, I realized my knee was throbbing. Big old purple goose egg. Nice. Add that to my nightly sciatica issues and I am a regular hop-along.
a month
10 years ago
1 comment:
Hmmm..sounds like they need a rug there!
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