To break a fall

There was nobody around to help me up. I was entirely on my own.

There I sat, at the staircase at an awkward angle. There was discomfort, for sure.

It is kind of amazing that I could still stay calm and think of how to break the fall, when everything happened in a split second.

I did not use my palm to support my body, neither did I support my body using my right arm against the floor. Both actions would have lead to serious consequences, and I shudder at the thought of my right arm in cast or even a sprained wrist.

To break the fall, I swung the full body weight to my right. I decided to land on the softest part of my body—my buttocks, so as to cushion myself against the cold, hard staircase. I know very well that if I had leaned forward, I would end up at the bottom of the staircase, rolled down and hit my head along the way.

Next,

Falling down was easy.

Picking myself up was harder.

In pain, shocked and frightened, I had to learn to pick myself up. Still dazed, I slowly sat up, made sure that I could stand, and check for broken bones. Not too bad, a toenail was broken. But hey! I still can walk. No broken bones too.

Visibly frightened, I limped and continued my way. Putting on a brave front for the rest of the day and to continue to work was just as hard.

Next,

The comforting words of good friends flowed in for the rest of the day. I felt better knowing that they care for me. The advice given to me to apply first aid was useful. It was only a few hours later upon reaching home then I started to cry. I was in tears. That was because I was still recovering from a state of shock.

Finally,

I take care of myself very well and am hardly clumsy.

This will probably be the last time I write about getting myself hurt. (Smile)