I did it again.
It was the first day of fall last Monday. I had stayed in a hotel overnight. (The floors at home were being redone. We could not walk on them for 24 hours. So, off to a hotel.) And while I had had plenty of time to plan for this (I knew about this for about three weeks), I didn't prepare as I should have.
I had meant to get some bottled water for the two-day stay in the hotel.
So, Monday morning, that was the plan. (Well, the plan was to pick up some water on my way back to the hotel after work, but alas, I was not called to work that day.)
I was going to go back to the room and look up what was nearby. But after breakfast, I stepped outside the hotel and spied a strip mall across the street.
I headed for it. I was nearly to the light at the intersection when I lost my balance.
The pavement was uneven. I had placed my left foot down on a bad spot, my ankle twisted, and down I went. I landed on my right knee. Hard.
I sat there for a bit, whimpering. I have done this before, so I knew I'd get myself up somehow. But, a couple people were nearby, and they helped me up.
My left ankle was pretty swollen. My right knee was scraped up. But I managed to limp back to my hotel room before the ankle got too sore to walk on.
And there I stayed for the rest of the day.
At some point, with my foot propped up, I was reminded that it was the first day of fall. So, I tweeted:
My ankle has a strange sense of humor.— Elizabeth Arundel (@ZiziRho) September 23, 2019
I will mend. But if you hear me whimpering over here, now you know why.