Pride Goes Before the Fall

Yesterday didn’t go quite as planned.  It had rained all night but was a pretty morning.  I was feeling really good since I had a new haircut, dressed for the day and for visiting with friends in the afternoon, even put on make-up.  I was proud of having cleaned out the fireplace, changed linens, and was ready to sit and relax.  Then the guilt set in.  Being the child of Jewish and Italian Catholic parents, I get the best of all guilt worlds!  Sydney was looking longingly at her leash and, while I had already decided not to take her for a walk because the leaves were deep and wet and slippery, and very large acorns are all over the place (a bit of foreshadowing here!), I felt quite virtuous as we headed up the stairs for a short walk.

Fall Leaves on Ground --- Image by © Robert Llewellyn/Corbis

Not a quarter through the walk, I was thinking to myself how proud I was to be getting exercise when I really didn’t want to, how much Sydney was enjoying all the good sniffs, and how I looked pretty good having dressed for the day.  In a second, I was on the ground, my head stopping my fall, and sitting in the middle of the street bleeding.  What a mess!  I saw a van coming my way and scooted out of the middle of the road — two lovely young women stopped to help and were just terrific.  Calling my neighbor on my cell, I waited for her to get there — only made it a couple of houses away so I could have walked home I guess.  The white van women stayed until Barbara and Mike arrived and of course I had given them the wrong information about where I was!  As the white van got ready to leave, she apologized for having run over my sunglasses (talk about adding insult to injury!) which was the icing on the cake!

I went home, cleaned up a bit, and decided that it would be best to have a professional (not a Ph.D.) look at my head so Barbara drove me to Milford Urgent Care.  You can only imagine my embarrassment when the receptionist there wrote on the explanation part of the form, “slipped on leaves and acorns and hit her head!”  I felt like an idiot of course and, by this time, Barbara and I were laughing a lot.  A couple of stitches, some glue and a tetanus shot later, I emerged with instructions not to wash my hair, not to do this or that, and (haha!) not to think I could be as agile as a squirrel.  Doctor humor I suppose.

Here I am today with a very large bump on my head, a mess under my hair — thank goodness for the new haircut — and still feeling very foolish.  Many times I have reflected on the vulnerability of people living alone and on the beauty of having neighbors for friends.  Always being the one who helps others, takes responsibility for things, and supposedly is the one in charge, it is difficult to ask for help.  I could have handled it on my own (at least that’s what I keep telling myself) but it sure was nice to have a friend with whom to commiserate and laugh.  So, pride did go before the fall quite literally.  No more walks on slippery roads for me for a while!