Ouch!

May 17th, 2008

This weekend I was invited to a cocktail party in honor of two cutting edge artists from somewhere hip and out of town. I was nervous because it’s a crowd I don’t know well and I struggle to make small talk when I’m feeling self-conscious. I was so nervous that I only had a little glass of Italian prosecco punch and I didn’t dare eat the finger food because I knew it would end up on my shirt or stuck between my teeth. But I went as a favor to the hostess and stayed an hour and a half, sometimes hovering in the corner, I admit. Unfortunately, on my way out, the gate hit me in the ass and I went flying into the middle of the road. And then I slid on my knees across the asphalt. I’m pretty sure my skirt went up around my waist. My knees were a torn and bloody mess, but my ego was even more damaged.  I don’t think anyone saw it happen because no one came running to my aid, thank god. I have a dread of getting sick or injured in a public place and calling attention to myself as a helpless human. I limped to my car trying to affect an insouciant air, as if I always make my exit in that dramatic a fashion. I’ve gone through 2 boxes of bandaids since Saturday, and my gouged and bloody knees are probably the closest I’ll ever get to being on the cutting edge. But I learned that when you fall on your face, most people aren’t even looking. 

3 Responses to “Ouch!”

  1. ida b. says:

    We’re kindred banged-up spirits. I got hit by a car in Rwanda last week and have been pretty shaken up since. In my case, though, a hundred concerned Rwandese came running to my rescue.

    Hope you mend quickly.

    much love to you!

  2. Mayberry Magpie says:

    You know, that is so true!

    Except for that one time I fell down a flight of stairs in the public library. I had a full audience that evening.

    Mayberry Magpie

  3. Robynsart says:

    This is a great message… now if I could only remember… when I fall on my face (or worse), chances are no-one is looking.