“Please hand these out to your students on Monday,” I say, handing over the stack of Student-Led Conference brochures. With that, I exit the room, off to deliver the next stack to the teacher next door.
Stepping into the hallway, my left foot gets caught on something, and I lose my balance. As I try to right myself, my other foot becomes entangled, too. I begin flailing, unable to regain balance.
CRAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!!!
I, along with the stool that I’m stuck in, comes crashing to the floor. Brochures fly down the corridor. I land flat on my face, completely stunned and wondering what just happened. I hear footsteps running toward me from the copier down the hall. Someone heard the crash and is coming to my rescue.
Face down, unsure of the damage, I find myself instantly surrounded by people. Somehow I sit up, and that’s when the tears start. The pain, not in my ankle, as I had feared, begins to set in. I’m suddenly bombarded with, “Can I get you a tissue?” “Do you want some water?” “Did you hurt your face?” “What happened?” “Let me help you up.” The well-meaning offers of help are overwhelming.
“Can I just think for a minute? I need some space,” I manage to get out. That’s when I see the culprit. The gray plastic stool, with the step on the bottom, laying on its side in the hallway. The same stool I tripped on. The one I hadn’t seen when I walked out. Why was there a stool right in the doorway? That’s unsafe. I know I’m accident-prone, but that shouldn’t have been there. How did I not run into it on my way in? How did I not see it?
Taking the tissues and the water, the shock begins to wear off, and that’s when I notice the bruises just starting to show on my knees and feel the pain and tingly feeling in my left arm, the one I’d used to instinctively break my fall. Not again…this can’t be happening again. I’m just getting over the last fall, the one that landed me in a boot for the better part of six weeks.
Just then, I notice my boss hurriedly making his way down the corridor. Crouching next to me he asks how I’m doing. “Is it your ankle again?”
“No, I don’t feel any pain in it, and I’m able to move it around,” I say, demonstrating. Replaying the accident, I explain that my arm is hurting, but I don’t think I’ve broken any bones.
That’s when the corners of his mouth begin to turn up, stifling a smile. “You know, you are really the most accident-prone person I know.”
“I know,” I say, a small smile forming on my face.
After refusing the wheelchair the security guard brought me, and taking the nurse’s hand, I walked to her office where she iced my arm and applied some anti-inflammatory cream. I was given some pain killers, too. Her assessment was that I had not broken any bones, and had probably not sprained it either.
Just to be safe though, I decided to go to the doctor to have it checked. The tingling feeling made me uneasy, and I would feel better knowing if anything was wrong. My lovely friend Miriam insisted on going with me, and I was grateful not to have to do it alone.
Luckily, the doctor determined it was nothing serious. No broken bones and no sprain. It just might be sore for a few days. Oh, and my knees would definitely be bruised. I’m sore today, but I’m thankful it wasn’t anything serious.
Yikes! That’s scary! I’m so glad you weren’t seriously injured. You captured the overwhelming feel of the aftermath really well with all those questions grouped in one paragraph. Your internal thinking also adds to the piece and increases the tension. I hope you’re feeling better already!
Thanks for the feedback! I appreciate it. And I’m glad it was nothing serious, too!
I’m so happy you’re ok. I too am prone to accidents. You really put us in the moment with your piece.
Thanks, that’s what I was going for! 🙂
Holy cow! I’m glad you weren’t hurt more seriously! This sounds like quite a tumble! Your use of dialogue, both external and internal, really brings the reader into this piece!
I am glad, too! Thanks! I was trying to make the reader feel like they were right there with me. 🙂
I was anxious to get to the end of your post to learn if you were ok. A sense of relief washed over me! Maybe a little bruised ego too?
Thanks…I was, too! A little, but not too bad.
How good that it isn’t sprained! But, yikes! It’s going to take a few days to heal. None of us bounce back quickly from falls once we pass 30!
Ain’t that the truth!
Oh my goodness! Thankful that you are not seriously injured, especially this close to your spring break. You do know how to tell a tale of a fall. I think I held my breath until I got the final report that nothing was broken or seriously injured.
I am so glad about that, too! I would have been so irritated about going on holiday with another broken appendage!
My goodness! Be careful
I know…I really need to be!
This makes me think of all the times I’ve fallen. It’s so embarrassing. I’m glad you didn’t break anything.
It really is embarrassing!! :O
Oh no! I’m sorry about your fall. I’m glad it wasn’t too serious. I too am accident prone like crazy. It’s awful.
A fellow accident-prone slicer! 🙂
So glad to hear that you weren’t hurt. I was right there with you thanks to the power of your descriptive words!
Thanks!
Glad you are OK. I remember falling outside of the library at West Chester University while doing my grad work. My toe caught the edge of a piece of raised sidewalk. It wasn’t the fall that hurt so much but more the coed asking, “Are you OK Ma’am?” Ma’am”?!?!? My pride took the greatest hit that day!
Yeah, falling has a way of taking your pride away…
So glad to hear you are ok! Scary! I like how you shared inner thoughts in italics in this piece.
Thanks!
Bah, ENNIF! I am flying over to cover you in bubble wrap!!!
That’s probably a wise choice! 🙂
So glad you are alright. I like the way you told this slice, with your thought processes out there for us to see. Reminded me of the times I’ve fallen. I’m always glad to have survived without injury, but embarrassed that I was so clumsy.
Thanks Angelina!
Oh girl! I have been there. There are days I feel like the most accident-prone person. You had me in suspense the entire slice. I am so happy it is just bruising and nothing more serious. I am not trying to dismiss the pain you are surely going to be in this weekend, but I sure am glad the fall didn’t equate to another cast.
Oh, I am so glad for that too! I don’t think I could have handled that at this point!