I was walking through the CMS today after class, and suddenly found myself falling. The spill wasn’t bad.
I have these black shoes that I’ve had for years. They have traveled with me to Asia and Europe, and are now quite beat up. I wear them here in the rain.
But I remember falling in France in the rain, in these same shoes. Terrazzo floors and these soles don’t do well together.
Fortunately today, Steward was right by me to help me up. And I was more chagrined than sore.
Six hours later, though, my ankle is really talking to me, and my knee (the first thing that hit the floor) is also in an unhappy way. Stairs are especially difficult tonight. I’m hoping that this is just a little twist! (My Aunt Margaret had shoulder replacement surgery several weeks ago. I can handle a minor ankle sprain.) A house with stairs, though, is not the easiest to negotiate when the right leg isn’t working well!