Klutz

I was rushing to meet my friends for lunch when I found myself sprawled on all fours in front of a 7-Eleven. Yes, I did it again. I slipped and fell and skinned my left knee, bad! Knowing that I'd be able to get some first aid supplies there, I scrounged up my dignity, stood up, and ambled my way into the store. The store personnel, who are mercifully familiar with me, helped me almost immediately. One of their managers managed to find a bottle of Betadine, told me to sit down, held my left leg while their security guard poured antiseptic on the ugly gash.

This is not the first time I've had a tumble. About three years ago, I think, I slipped while going down a flight of stairs, hit my back, and ended up going to the hospital for a checkup. I was completely fine; I just needed some reassurance from a medical professional.

Still, the most spectacular tumble I've ever had was in college during a track and field competition. I was running middle distances, and tumbled--twice!! Each time, I just collected myself, stood up, and ran again. This would be a great story if I were to tell you that I actually won the race, sprinting in the last few meters, knees gushing with blood. But well, this is the real story: I finished the race, second or third to the last I think, got first aid, went home, and laughed about it.

As for the lunch, yes, I kept that appointment and had fun catching up with dear friends. And because I was so flustered over my most recent tumble, I dragged my bandage-covered knee all over the mall and bought myself a nice pair of ankle boots. If I do make another tumble, at least I'll do it in style :)