We stopped at the grocery store tonight. Bill dropped me off near the door and pulled away. I was looking at the carts 10 yards away and stepping onto the curb when my foot stubbed and I tripped. Down I went - right knee, left knee, left hand, left forearm then (and I still don't understand this) left boob! Ouch!
Bill's story - I let Linda off to go shopping and pull ahead. I stopped for a lady who is sort of agitated and pointing to the door of the store. finally I realize she is "talking" to me and I look over and see Linda on her knees.
Embarrassing! I rolled onto my back thinking "I can't believe I just missed that step!" and "Ouch, lots of places hurt" Two ladies ran up to me to see if I needed any help. Truthfully, I didn't know but I didn't think so. I rolled onto my knees and pushed myself up. That's good - no blood!. Bill is there, puts his arm around me and some guy walks by and says "I saw that and I thought for a minute there he threw you out of the car."
I assure everyone I am fine and go into the store to pick up the few things I wanted. It is kind of cold tonight, so I had on a rather heavy jacket, heavy jeans and of course sneakers. The heavy clothes protected my skin. I have no idea why I didn't get brush burns on my hand, but I didn't. Although as I sit here typing, between sentences I am resting my hand on an ice bag. As for the rest of me - I'm all in one piece. Amazing.