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phosfateSo I was on the bus, and it was nearly empty, and also the kind with those crap sideways seats nobody likes because of the puking. I had to walk a ways after I got off, so I left my backpack on because it's a huge pain to get on and off when you're wearing a winter coat and carrying a cane.
This, I do not realize at the time (because why would you?) moves my center of gravity up three or four inches.
The driver takes a curve going into the mall very very quickly, and I go flying across the aisle like...I don't have a simile. I can't stop myself because everything I have ever learned about balance and reflex no longer applies. I land in a painful squat with my cane in a death grip in one hand, and the edge of the seat across the aisle in the other. I'm fine. I don't break anything because my body is 90% calcium. No big. My wrist is bitching a little later that night while I'm beading, but I tell it to suck it up.
But the thing about falls is that THE NEXT DAY everything in your body realizes that it has been badly treated and it is not happy about it at all, no siree. I wake up and go O_O because my limbs are all screaming. So I have to pay for an Uber to work because there is no way I can make it up the hill to the bus stop. They still hurt today, but now most of the pain is in my core and there is nothing to be done for it, because enough ibuprofen to end it will also mean unconsciousness.
So I just want to say: Ow.
This, I do not realize at the time (because why would you?) moves my center of gravity up three or four inches.
The driver takes a curve going into the mall very very quickly, and I go flying across the aisle like...I don't have a simile. I can't stop myself because everything I have ever learned about balance and reflex no longer applies. I land in a painful squat with my cane in a death grip in one hand, and the edge of the seat across the aisle in the other. I'm fine. I don't break anything because my body is 90% calcium. No big. My wrist is bitching a little later that night while I'm beading, but I tell it to suck it up.
But the thing about falls is that THE NEXT DAY everything in your body realizes that it has been badly treated and it is not happy about it at all, no siree. I wake up and go O_O because my limbs are all screaming. So I have to pay for an Uber to work because there is no way I can make it up the hill to the bus stop. They still hurt today, but now most of the pain is in my core and there is nothing to be done for it, because enough ibuprofen to end it will also mean unconsciousness.
So I just want to say: Ow.
