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I am posting from work because I have had a crumbly morning and I'm hoping writing about it will get it out of my system: I'm all shaky and distracted.
First - I was late. But it was the kind of late that would have ended up being two or three minutes, max. But, the buses they didn't come, and didn't come, and didn't come. Apparently the fog had iced up all the trolley lines. Then a 4 came along, crammed to the rafters, and we all wedged on board. Then, it took a strange route. And then it kicked us all off at the Burrard Skytrain Station (way way out of my route; I don't go anywhere near there on my way to work) because it wasn't really a 4, it was a north shore bus pretending - and he was finished for the day and so did not care.
So then I'm back-tracking to find a bus stop along my route (who pays attention after the first two trips?), in downtown Vancouver during morning rush hour (executive people are very aggressive on the street, especially before they have had their coffee hit). Avoiding the maddened herds, I twisted my already cranky knee and it brought a tear to my eye (I was feeling a little put-upon, so that means I will leak easily), but I found a stop (two blocks East and two blocks North).
And a 50 came along almost immediately - this was a major blessing because it gets me closer to the Island than my normal route. Then I'm walking in, and debating when to cross the road. I guess wrong, need to back off, goof by stepping on a slanted yellow curb that is slick with bird guano and fog ice - and down I go. So, I'm sitting in the middle of a "Y" intersection where everyone coming on the island can see me. I am worried about getting up because I have damaged my knees so badly from falling that it really really hurts to kneel. So I sit there in the bird guano with my cane across my knees and ponder my options.
Someone stopped to help me, but assisting me solo is not an option, so when he said he was willing to call an ambulance to get a group that could help me to my feet, I felt that my embarassment could really not stand that option, so while he was there, but distracted by something else, I rolled towards the curb and struggled up. It didn't hurt as much as I last recall (it really hurt a lot then, so I have been very careful not to fall (it has probably been four or five years), and I think the curb beside my less-bad knee helped in levering me up. And so he walked me the rest of the way to work - how to meet a collegue and impress people. :)
So, I'm at work, and the adrenaline and whatnot have worn off, and my knee is very very very (many many verys) cranky indeed. We shall see what I reap from this. But I am upright, and I did make it the rest of the way into work, so yea verily, I will heal again, no doubt.
Owie.
First - I was late. But it was the kind of late that would have ended up being two or three minutes, max. But, the buses they didn't come, and didn't come, and didn't come. Apparently the fog had iced up all the trolley lines. Then a 4 came along, crammed to the rafters, and we all wedged on board. Then, it took a strange route. And then it kicked us all off at the Burrard Skytrain Station (way way out of my route; I don't go anywhere near there on my way to work) because it wasn't really a 4, it was a north shore bus pretending - and he was finished for the day and so did not care.
So then I'm back-tracking to find a bus stop along my route (who pays attention after the first two trips?), in downtown Vancouver during morning rush hour (executive people are very aggressive on the street, especially before they have had their coffee hit). Avoiding the maddened herds, I twisted my already cranky knee and it brought a tear to my eye (I was feeling a little put-upon, so that means I will leak easily), but I found a stop (two blocks East and two blocks North).
And a 50 came along almost immediately - this was a major blessing because it gets me closer to the Island than my normal route. Then I'm walking in, and debating when to cross the road. I guess wrong, need to back off, goof by stepping on a slanted yellow curb that is slick with bird guano and fog ice - and down I go. So, I'm sitting in the middle of a "Y" intersection where everyone coming on the island can see me. I am worried about getting up because I have damaged my knees so badly from falling that it really really hurts to kneel. So I sit there in the bird guano with my cane across my knees and ponder my options.
Someone stopped to help me, but assisting me solo is not an option, so when he said he was willing to call an ambulance to get a group that could help me to my feet, I felt that my embarassment could really not stand that option, so while he was there, but distracted by something else, I rolled towards the curb and struggled up. It didn't hurt as much as I last recall (it really hurt a lot then, so I have been very careful not to fall (it has probably been four or five years), and I think the curb beside my less-bad knee helped in levering me up. And so he walked me the rest of the way to work - how to meet a collegue and impress people. :)
So, I'm at work, and the adrenaline and whatnot have worn off, and my knee is very very very (many many verys) cranky indeed. We shall see what I reap from this. But I am upright, and I did make it the rest of the way into work, so yea verily, I will heal again, no doubt.
Owie.
