Friday, January 10, 2020

Another Fall Day


There's a moment after your balance has been lost, when you look around for something to grab onto and find nothing, when acceptance sets in. You're falling, and you're going to hit the ground, and there's nothing you can do about it.

"Damn it!"

I'm rather glad a stronger curse didn't come out of me at that moment, because I was in a classroom filled with seventh graders.

It was fourth period on the last day before winter break. (December 19th, to be exact. I started autumn with a fall and I ended it with another. There's a symmetry there...) They had finished their finals, and on this day they were just hanging out. I was monitoring them to make sure they didn't destroy the classroom.

Actually, fourth period was a pretty good class. If I had ranked the week, they would have earned the number one spot.

I was seated at the front of the room. The stool was in a slightly wrong spot, so I stood up, moved it slightly to the right, and sat back down again. Only, I was still positioned to sit on it where it had been, so instead of sitting on the stool directly, I hit the edge. The stool tipped, and over I went.

I landed flat on my back, staring at the ceiling.

I just wanted to lie there for a moment, contemplating my luck or my life or something. But I was in a room with seventh graders. In a moment, they all surrounded me.

"Are you okay?"

"Do I need to call the nurse?"

"Did you hit your head?"

On the bright side, they weren't laughing. (Eighth graders would have been laughing.) But lying on the floor was out of the question. They were going to get me up with their help or without.

I told them I was fine, the nurse was unnecessary, and that I hadn't hit my head. (A sore neck later that day told me I had held my head up so that it didn't hit the hard floor.)

I crawled to my knees and pushed myself up. I was so grateful that I hadn't fallen forward this time. Instead of a scraped up knee and twisted ankle, my butt and lower back had taken the brunt of this fall.

I refused to sit on that stool for the rest of the day. (It was a short day, luckily.) And I could still move. Sitting down and getting up gave me a twinge, but moving about was okay.

I did write this in the note to the teacher. Because, seventh graders. There's no way that spill doesn't come up in conversation. And because seventh graders, I'm going to be hearing about this for the next five and a half years. Sigh.

(It's three weeks later, and I'm fine. I had a black and blue line from mid back and going left that's largely gone now. My left "cheek" hurt the longest, but that pain is mostly gone now.)

21 comments:

  1. I'm sorry to hear about your fall. I love that they were all concerned. <3

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    1. It was better than laughter. I was expecting laughter.

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  2. Ouch. I've heard teaching is a dangerous profession, but really ....

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  3. Thank goodness it wasn't worse ... so pleased you survived. Take care and here's to 2020 and not falling over! Cheers Hilary

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  4. Ouch! I am glad nothing more was injured like your spine or neck because that can really set a person back. I am also happy the kids were there for you.

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    1. I was lucky. It could have been much worse.

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  5. Oh no! Let's hope now that you had 2 of them, a third won't occur. Glad you are feeling better from it. It is nice to see that they can be compassionate; lets just hope they can be forgetting.

    betty

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  6. You've had a very fall-y fall. At least you don't have to worry about ice!

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  7. I find most people care, and doesn't matter there age.

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  8. Wow, sorry. Couldn't believe it when you said they didn't laugh.

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  9. O, no! I am glad it's nothing very serious and you are okay.

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  10. Oh, ow! I'm so glad you didn't get injured worse. This reminds me of a fall I took on icy outdoor steps up to a friend's apartment. Somehow my hand shot out behind me, latching onto a step, and and kept me from tumbling all the way down the staircase. My bruised and swollen right 'cheek' took weeks to heal, but I'm so lucky nothing else took damage. :) Take care of yourself!

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  11. I'm glad to hear you didn't come up any worse than the injuries you had. But bummer on the 7th grader witnesses. They may not remember what they were taught in class, but this they will remember. I bet you were the topic of discussion at 20 odd dinner tables that night!

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  12. Oh my! I'm happy you're healing but man, didn't it feel worse the next day? Kudos to the 7th graders for having compassion. :) Stay away from that chair.

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    1. I was moving very slowly Christmas day. It took a couple days for it to fully hit, as I started taking something for inflammation right away.

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