Battered and bruised

Yes... I wouldn’t be infamous for my clumsiness for nothing! Yesterday, I tripped again. This time it wasn’t because of some stupid crack on the ground. It was just me, hurrying down a flight of stairs, and I just had to trip on the hemline of my own pair of slacks! Geez! It only happens to me! But it was kind of amusing looking back at the actual moment of falling. I saw myself and how helpless I was trying to save my poor body from rolling down. Everything was in slow motion. I reached out for the railing but had no control over the rest of my limbs. My hand hit the railing hard with my left ring finger cushioning all the impact and my left knee receiving the rest of my body weight. My steel watch scraped the skin of my wrist, and as a finale, my head hit the wall sending my glasses flying off my face! Galing talaga. When it was over, there was no pain. Only shock and embarrassment. Thank goodness no one saw me. Otherwise, it would have been more painful. Then again, maybe not. Knowing me, I would have probably just laughed it off.

Today it’s no laughing matter though. I woke up with terribly sore muscles, bringing my mood down to a bad level. I guess it’s also because of the stress with all the issues at work. What a way to welcome the Christmas month. I hope this isn’t a bad omen of things to come this season.