Fall break

I had a fall.  My glasses broke  (but I think nothing else).  It's fall break.  And I had other plans.

I was headed out to run an errand, and wanted to pop my head into Math Man's study to tell him that I'd be back in 30 minutes or so and then we could go for a walk on this gloriously crisp fall day.  I was thinking of a walk years before, one of our first dates, on a day much like this one.

Distracted, I somehow caught my foot on the step up from the sunroom and lost my balance.  Suddenly I was falling and falling hard.  In the brief moment before I hit I thought about two friends, one who'd fallen hard on her wrist and another who'd just had her hip replaced.  And pulled my hands in and tried to roll.  My knee slammed into the step, then my face hit the floor.

Math Man is now crouched on the floor next to me.  My veteran-of-five-surgeries knee is shrieking in panic. I have no desire to get up.  None.  I don't even want to entertain the notion of looking at the damages.  I think I'll just wait until the pain subsides.  Except it doesn't.  I finally figure we should look at the damages.  Math Man hands my glasses to me, and I put them on, and the world tilts.  Why can't I see out of my left eye?  Panic rises until my slightly rattled brain figures out that the frame had broken and the lens had fallen out.

So I spent the remains of the afternoon with my leg propped up and ice on my face and foot and knee.  The Boy drove me to our wonderful optical shop where they allowed they could probably fix my spectacles given a couple of days.  I dug out a back up pair and I can see clearly again.  The rest of the damages might take a bit longer to mend.

Oh...and Monday?  I'm giving a lecture at the college to celebrate an award I got in May.  Various friends are coming from off campus.  The black eye that looks to be blossoming will be just the accessory I was looking for...