I fell into my house today.
I was carrying in the groceries, going back and forth and back and forth from curb to kitchen. I tend to "over carry" too many bags and milk jugs and things, to save trips. I like paper, not plastic.
Paper bags filled with apples and eggs and orange juice cartons are trickier to carry than plastic bags with handles, but I manage. Mostly.
The whole process stresses me out a bit. I have to keep the front door slightly ajar so I can push my way through with no hands, but closed enough that my dog won't jump through it and knock over a random, unsuspecting pedestrian walking a dog on a leash. It has happened.
So, I load my arms up with two full bags, then kick the door a bit with my foot to open it. Once I'm through, I snag the corner of the door again with the back of my foot to push it closed, all while balancing my bags.
Today I was on trip # 3 through the door. My system was working pretty well, until I tripped. Not sure how, it all happened in a blur.
I started falling into the window, which is next to the door, and the wooden blinds "broke" my fall, along with my forearm on the window ledge. The shoe rack, and the tray of dog leashes stopped my ankle and hip. So nice of them.
Ouch. I think I twisted my ankle. There goes my plans for running today.
But I held onto the bags. I didn't drop a thing.
I did yell for my husband to help me. He could hear the ruckus, and ran downstairs straight away.
"What happened?" he gasped.
"I don't know, and I don't want to talk about it," I snapped, almost in tears.
He watched me for a bit, then went outside to get the rest of the groceries without a word. He's learned it's better if I just calm down a little after such traumas. If he talks, I might blame it on him, somehow.
A child appeared, trying to be helpful, but I said in the nicest voice I could muster,
"You should go back upstairs. I'm hurt, I'm mad, I'm crabby, and I might yell at you for no good reason and it wouldn't even be your fault!"
She appreciated my honesty, I think, and zipped back up in a hurry.
I know I'm only 42, but fear I will break a hip some day and end up in a nursing home, just bringing in the groceries. I suppose I should start taking some calcium supplements, just in case.