…down the stairs.
One fine and balmy Thursday evening (ie. this evening), I was on my way to the gym at The Cathay when, inspired by the beautiful sunset, I decided to whip out my Holga and snap a few shots.
I was so taken by the view in front of me that I failed to look beneath my feet. If I had, I would have noticed that I was standing on the precipice of a flight of stairs. But I wasn’t looking and this was how I missed the step and tumbled down.
With one hand holding on to my precious plastic camera and the other clutching my shoe bag, I watched in dismay as my foot fell and landed on its ankle. As it twisted, my mind went blank and I could only sit down in despair when it was finally over in, oh, three seconds.
Nobody came to my rescue, nobody helped me up as I sat on the stairs in shock. I finally gathered my wits and grabbed my phone to call the husband. As I spoke to him in near hysterics, he asked, are you laughing or crying? That made me even more hysterical and I promptly burst into tears.
I’ll be right there as soon as I finish this, he said.
I sat down on the steps, all silly and teary-eyed when I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself and took the photos that I had meant to take.
Thankfully, Popartgirl was nearby and quickly came to my rescue by taking me to the gym where a pack of ice was procured. Even now, the ankle is still swollen, still in pain and still wrapped in ice.
What a doofus I am!
At least it was a gorgeous sunset…
Yannisms 