I Had a Fall

 A few years ago I wrote a poem about falling. I've always been a bit of a klutz and spent most of my childhood recovering from scrapes and abrasions. I know every way to describe falling over but, for the first time, I have to say I had a fall. I'm not sure what happened. I was on my way to Trivia Night at the club (not on my way home!) I walked up four or five external steps. As I got to the top, I seemed to turn a bit and went down the steps faster than I had come up. I have scrapes of differing severity on my shin, both knees, elbow and shoulder.

A First Aider  cleaned my wounds as best she could. I rang for family to come and drive me home. Fortunately now we have a teenage driver who was able to drive one car home. The next day I presented to the GP and started a three-week routine of having my leg dressed every second day. Today I was told that the worst was over and I could manage the dressings myself.

This sounded like a good idea as my family from Mackay will be at the Gold Coast for the next ten days and I was going to take advantage of an apartment at Surfers Paradise ... except that about a week ago I developed a severe cold and have coughed and spluttered non-stop since then. We have new neighbours this week and I'm sure they can hear me coughing all night and probably think I'm an ageing chain smoker.

Apart from the pain in my legs and the raw throat and sore tummy muscles, I am exhausted from lack of sleep. I wanted to put another post up, so this is short and sweet but I will copy the Falling poem to fill the space.

I Did Not Have a Fall

Believe me, I did not have a fall.

That only happens when you're old.

Sure, I tripped and yes I fell

But that's not what you'll be told

I might have come a cropper

And nosedived near the door.

I maybe took a tumble,

Measured my length on the floor.

I went end-over-end and head-over-heels,

A over T and bum over brain.

I took a quick land-based dive,

Faceplanted near the laundry drain.

Perhaps I had a topple, tumble or trip

I certainly turned base over apex.

I went arse over tea-kettle too

And definitely went for a six.

I plummeted to the ground,

I bit the dust and took a spill.

Whichever words you want to use,

Call it what  you will -

I did not have a fall.

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