"Face Plant"

I never really knew what this expression meant until I came 'face-to-face' (no pun intended) with it on the way into the destist's office on Monday.

I parked my car face-first against a curb in front of the building, got out of my car, but for some reason between parking the car and getting to the door of the building I had forgotten about that curb (what do they say about the memory being the first to go?) and didn't step up but tripped on the curb and fell forward. Let me add that I have parked in this very same spot many times before and managed to get into my dentist's office without causing myself bodily harm. But for some reason on that day, the stars were crossed or the sun was not lined up with the moon or whatever, but it just was not my day. So down I went and went down HARD! First the knees hit, then the elbows, then the chin and my glasses even took a knock so I think this really qualifies as a 'face plant'.

So what runs through you mind as you are falling and trying to look graceful?  Well, when I hit my knees first, I thought I will be very ticked off if I ripped my blue jeans, even though they are my 'fat jeans' and they are too big on me right now since I lost 11 lbs. (I just thought I would throw that in since I'm so proud of my weight loss)  I wish I could blame it on tripping over the jeans which are hanging lower on my body but no, I felt my toe catch the curb. But the jeans survived so I guess I can't throw them out yet which is ok because I really hate wearing really tight jeans anyway and they are a nice shade of denim.  My elbows didn't hit too hard but gave out, causing my chin to hit the cement and jarring my jaw a little and I thought...Oh, how nice, I'll knock out all my teeth but it's ok because I'm heading into my dentist's office anyway. How convenient! Luckily my glasses just grazed the cement a little so no damage there which I was happy for because you just don't want to know how long it takes me to pick out new frames.  After I came to a final resting place, I turned, sat up and hoped that nobody saw what just happened...but nobody came running to aide so I was safe from the embarassment.  So, I got myself up and gimped into the office with my left knee smarting (it has a very nice 'road rash' on it) and my palms scrapped off (forgot to include that above). When I got inside, I asked Joann (the receptionist) if she saw my graceful entry since there is a big window right in front. No she hadn't but wanted to make sure my jaw and teeth were ok.....I mean, it IS a dental office afterall. I guess the rest of my body was on its own.

After everyone made jokes and had their laughs for the day and told their own tales of tripping, falling or just your general bumping into things, I had my dental checkup.  The stars must have gotten uncrossed because I had no cavities.  And, that would have just added insult to injury. I limped back out to my car and as I stepped off the curb by me car, I thought that I would not have to see it for another 6 months (maybe even never if we ever get to move to Tennessee).

However.......I don't think this will be the last chapter of this story.  You see.....by that night my hip was killing me and if I turn a certain way, it gets out of whack and I can't walk too well.  So, I may have to have it checked out which I'm putting off because I don't want to deal with the insurance paperwork because since that changed in June, they haven't gotten even one of our claims correctly processed. But, I don't want to go there....it's too aggravating and could be a whole blog in itself.

Will keep ya'all posted on what happens.  Becky asked if we wanted to come to the pumpkin farm with them this year.....I said sure but Mike may have to pull ME in the wagon - not the little kids.