Something Squirrelly this Way Comes

Remember how I mentioned yesterday that walking in three inch heels is a pain? Yeah, well, it became even more painful yesterday afternoon when I did a face plant in the pantry.

The pantries are in the middle of the floor with doors on both sides. I often cut through the pantry to be like a chicken (get to the other side *rimshot*) as it cuts my 'commuting' time down from almost a minute to mere seconds. The floors are a non-skid rubber looking variety. If you don't pick your foot up, your shoe will not scuff forward like it would on carpet, tile, lineoleum, etc. It stays where it is & you stumble. Fine. No problem. Except when walking in the above mentioned shoes.

So I'm walking through, body moves forward, right foot stays in place. I twist trying to grab the table to prevent a fall. This knocks me further off balance, puts my arms akimbo & down I go. Had I not twisted, I could've put my hands in front of me & prevented the full face plant.

I've got lovely red rings on my knees, the one is missing a layer or two of skin. I also smacked my nose & forehead on the floor. My right shoe came off, the packet of papers I was carrying landed neatly on the table and I'm sprawled out on my face. I get up as quickly as I can manage with my singing knees & check my nose for any signs of bleeding. While my eyes are watering & my nose is sending out "ice me!" signals in tandem with my knees, no blood is flowing. I lucked out on that one.

The very best part of this whole endeavor? Not a person saw me fall or get back up. The pain, humiliation & embarrassment were witnessed by me alone. Thank god! I have no problems telling people what a clutz I am but I'd really rather not give presentations. I'm squirrelly like that.

Oddly enough while the floor looks like rubber, it does not promote bouncing. Who knew?