Spatial Awareness!
I’ve been meaning to post this for a while…my “beautiful” example of my faulty spatial awareness. Let me preface it with I’M FINE and all healed.
Last month, when it was cooler, my plan was to do some gardening, fertilizing and mulching my front flower beds. Thankfully I had a sweatband and hat on. I’m carrying a 30-lb bag of cow manure to the closest bed to my driveway, stepped over the corner edging stone, tripped over it and went down on the sidewalk…on one knee, one hand and bonked my forehead on the sidewalk. Damn it hurt so bad and instant headache. I’m a tough person and wasn’t bleeding, so I sat up and assessed I wasn’t dizzy or going to pass out, so I went in the garage to sit for a moment. The first pic is minutes after I fell. (My other pic is below in comments)
I went inside, grabbed a cold drink, Advil and my ice bag (frozen black eyed peas), then Googled what to look for if it got worse. Nausea, vomiting, sleepiness, etc, and I was good. Texted my best friend to show off my impressive injury & told him I was fine. Unbeknownst to me, he freaks out and texts my younger brother & his wife, who proceeded to also freak out. I don’t handle attention well and I especially don’t handle freak outs well. Long story short, my brother insists I need to go to Urgent vacate, orders me to go AND says “at my age…blah, blah, blah”.
I became instantly enraged and was not going to the Dr (I was fine rally) and nobody gives me orders, so I just went radio silent on him. I waited until noon the next day, texted him a lie about going to the Dr and then went outside to do the gardening I started the day before. I did tell my friend if he ever contacts my brother again for anything less than death or dismemberment I will come over and throat punch him.
I can laugh over it now. Enjoy my ugly bruise pics.