L.A. must have gotten tired of my smack talk because on Day 3 of my visit it attacked me.
Technically, I tripped. However, I was not wearing new shoes or high heeled shoes or shoes with laces, and while I'm a little out of practice when it comes to sidewalks, I'm not that out of practice. I was just walking calmly and then all of a sudden I was falling forward. The only logical explanation is the city attacked me.
Either way, before I knew it I was pitching forward and I kept thinking, "I've got this! I've got this!" I seriously thought at any second I was going to regain my balance...which is why I would not release the death grip I had on my iPhone...which is why I broke my fall WITH MY FACE.
I do love my iPhone enough to break my face for it. However, that truly wasn't my intention.
In fact, right before my chin hit the pavement and I realized it was too late to do anything, I thought, "I'm going to meet Jessica Alba with a skinned up face. This is going to suck." As I was picking myself up off the sidewalk, I started running through awesome Kentucky-themed excuses for a skinned up chin. Tractor accident. Horse attack. Moonshine incident.
Fortunately, I didn't skin anything. Unfortunately, I brusied the s#@% out of my chin. It hurt so bad at first I could barely chew at lunch. I honestly thought I might wake up the next morning and not be able to open my mouth. Turns out it wasn't that bad and it might have been a minor blip on the radar but for the fact it now seems like a warning of the further injury to come.
Where is where I pass the proverbial mic to The Other Sarah...
...Just in case face planting into the sidewalk, getting the royal V-Steam, and meeting my wonderful mompreneur friends wasn't enough excitement for Sarah Stewart Holland's visit, I thought I'd take it upon myself to make sure her trip ended with a bang. Literally. About an hour after our successful Entrepreneurship for Moms Event wrapped, I accidentally slammed a car door on my hand when helping pack up the night's necessities. Unfortunately, the latch of the car door ripped through my index finger (twice), leaving me with a sizeable gash. As they say, we had a bleeder. So everyone rallied around me, got me to the ER, and then waited while Dr. McDreamy put seven stitches in my hand and punctured a hole in my fingernail.
TMI? Yep, it was gross.
Thankfully the injury hasn't been painful—only a pain in the @#! It's hard to wrangle a speedy toddler with one functional hand, and I miss a good shampoo. But things will return to normal (supposedly) when I get my stitches removed on Monday. What's four more days of ponytail wearing and kindergaten-style writing? Piece. O. Cake. Maybe I'll celebrate my return to dish duty with actual cake...
~ The Sarahs
PS - Before heading to the ER, make sure to call to see if the hospital can see you upon arrival. Thus, you'll avoid the long waits.