A couple of weeks ago, we celebrated Christopher's 9th birthday with a sleepover. Well, that was the plan. Reality was that when Gary went to bed at 3.30am (I piked out at 2am) the joint was rockin'... as it was at 7am when I got up, and I don't know that any 'sleeping' actually occured. They were all in the lounge room, and to accommodate 5 nine year olds plus a little sister I had to move a substantial amount of heavy furniture around.
My back hasn't been the same since. In fact, since then my back has seized up more with each passing day. Can't sit for long. Can't bend over. Can't do lots of housework...hee hee!
Well, today I was leaving work, in rather a hurry to get home, as I had to pick up a car load of kids from dance class before heading off to be facilitator at a meeting. Couldn't be late. As I was about to place my foot on the flagstones on the other side of the road, a fellow pedestrian zipped in front of me, causing me to shift my weight. And yes, one of my new shoes slipped on the flagstones. My biggest concern was falling on the road (and not just any little road - I'm talking Victoria Street!), so I tried to keep it together and managed to fall just on the footpath. It was kind of strange: as I was doing slow motion splits I could hear ooooohs and gasps from people before I even hit the pavement, so I knew it was going to be a goody. I was wearing a crossover top, paired with a new pair of satin bras - and had spent the entire day trying to prevent my chest from slipping out of my top. In trying to preserve my dignity by preventing a humiliating fall, I crash-landed, skinned my knee and of course my breasts leapt right out of my top.
Did any of my students see me?? I couldn't get up from that fall quick enough, and... Hey! I managed to get up from that fall without even noticing my back! Some thing must have popped back in, or out... It may have been humiliating, but it was a darned sight cheaper than the chiropractor...
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