I saw myself flying through the air, moments before I landed, face down, on the sidewalk. I felt my glasses leave my head right before I made contact with the ground, and my iPhone flew out of my hand. Two couples walking behind me rushed over to see if I was ok. I was nonplussed but nothing seemed to be broken–including my glasses– and I got up from the ground unaided.
My left knee, hand, cheekbone and upper lip were pretty bruised, but my teeth and bones were unharmed. Apparently, I used my right hand to break the fall, because it swelled dramatically and is black and blue. I can move the wrist but the thumb is stiff.
A few people advised me to rush to the doctor for x-rays, but I’m certain nothing is broken. I look vaguely like Marlon Brando after a fight On The Waterfront, but no matter. My cheek, jaw and wrist bones are intact and I didn’t poke my eye out. And what if I had crashed head first onto the cement sidewalk and died? My dear friend, Elline, cautioned me about a blood clot in my right hand, so I will go to a doc if the swelling doesn’t go down by Tuesday.
So here’s the moral of my story: When you’re walking, walk. Don’t read and write emails, talk on the phone or concentrate on 50 other things. I was doing it all and walking Rigby at the same time. Another blessing: The leash never left my hand. If it had, Rigby most certainly would have made a b line for the nearest cat or NYC rodent and we’d probably never see him again.
I count my blessings not my bruises.
PS the only thing I wish I had broken was my nose so I could have had a free nose job.