Friday, December 06, 2013
Today was our annual office retreat. If "retreat" brings up an image of an exotic location and relaxation, you've never been to one of my office's retreats. I work for a poor rural county, and while the county commissioners can find money to re-do their offices or travel, the rest of us make do. Our retreat was held at the local historical museum, which is an old Carnegie library.
There's a little meeting room in the basement. And a Carnegie library was built at time when builders had no consideration for clumsy or otherwise challenged people. And I'm normally not one of those people, but I to be careful nonetheless. But this morning, well ...
As I walked in the front door, something on the upper level caught my eye. I was reading the sign - I think it said something about some historic event that occurred at the desk behind the sign - while I was walking toward the stairs to the basement. And because I wasn't looking where I was going, I failed to notice the fact that there were steps down right in front of me.
On the plus side, I landed on the landing, rather than tumbling the entire way down the stairs. And while I'm going to be melodramatic, the most severe injury I suffered was to my pride. Why my pride? Because most of my co-workers were already there. Those who didn't see my tumble managed to get up and move to the base of the stairs in time to see me sprawled out on the landing.
My primary points of contact were my left knee and the left side of my face. Something - probably my glasses - cut my temple. In a way, I'm glad it bled because I think I would have had a heck of bruise if it didn't. My knee is scraped and I'm thinking it's going to bruise up pretty good, too. I have a bruise on my right knee, too, and on my left hip.
My neck is a little stiff, so I probably gave myself a little whiplash. I tore a hole in the knee of my trousers, and my ankle is a little tender, too.
I spilled lunch on my grey sweater. I dabbed a napkin in water and tried to minimize the spot the the spaghetti sauce was going to leave. Sadly, all I did was transfer the red dye from the napkin onto my sweater.
I'd planned to go for a swim, but after the morning I had, I feared I may have drowned. Maybe tomorrow.