Ayup. I had to call in at work following a really catastrophic attempt at walking to the bus stop after my shift yesterday afternoon. I tripped over an uneven section of the sidewalk half a block from the warehouse and landed on my face.
Literally.
It was difficult to save myself since I was also carrying my backpack, which made me very top-heavy and pretty much doomed to kiss concrete. So now I have a goose egg over my left eye, my left hand (which took the brunt of the impact, thus saving my skull) has three fingers bandaged, wounds on the palm (nicely healing, thanks), and a sprained thumb.
Oh. Did I mention one of the lenses of my glasses popping out and vanishing forever? Yeah. That. Good thing I'm near sighted and only use my glasses for distance vision, and I rarely drive. When I go to the grocery store tomorrow, I'll wear my now-wonky glasses in order to have one functional lens to help me navigate. Jesus.
September's been a massive wreck following a relatively neutral August, and I can't wait to see the back of this miserable month. At least none of the bad mojo throughout this year -- and there's been plenty to go around, thanks -- hasn't touched my writing. I still have that for my oasis from real life.
I had to pick myself up from faceplanting on the sidewalk, turn around, and march right back to the warehouse so I could wash and bandage my wounds, and since we don't have an ice pack, I had to use a wrapped frozen burrito against the massive bump on my face. Now THAT was funny.
So this butt-wipe of a week started with a nice mental health day off, a horrendous series of days at work (the less said about the stress levels, the better), and it's now bookended with an unplanned and unwanted sick day no thanks to a bruised face and a left hand that wants to file for divorce.
I'll have to make the most of today. I'm not writing, but I do have more postcards to swing states I can work on.
Oh! And I started my day watching the new season of The Great British Baking Show on Netflix. I love this new group of bakers. I love them. The first episode was also funnier than ever -- lots more spontaneous humor between bakers, hosts, and judges (Alison Hammond is the perfect addition to the group*) -- and the bakers are incredibly good. Really, each season seems to beat the previous one in terms of standards, like the skill levels and creativity are higher than ever.
For the first time, too, the youngest of the bunch is already trouncing older and more experienced bakers (her show stopper was insane) when in the past, the youngest contestant took a little while to find their feet. So far one has since won the top prize (Peter Sawkins, who won at 20 yrs of age), and maybe this year will have another possible contender?
Regardless, I have no favorites so far as I love them all equally, and I hope to see those who struggled in the first competition to come back and rally next time. I guess one thing I'll do to pass the time today is to go back and rewatch the episode. :D
* the show's been more spontaneous and fun compared to those where Matt Lucas co-hosted, and it's more energetic and unpredictable than when Sandi Toksvig helped usher in a new series with Prue and Noel (she brought that dry humor I also enjoyed)
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