Remember when I said I was
having a lousy stretch of luck these days? Well, it hadn’t even begun yet. You
know how they say that magicians save their best for last; well, call Fate a
performer, because on Saturday night, Fate did exactly that, just for ’lil old me.
It was close to 1am, and I was in
the kitchen, just heading off to sleep after a glass of water. I registered
stepping into a puddle, and that’s when my mind hit the Fast-forward button.
The next thing I knew, I was on the ground, and my chin was throbbing like a Harley-Davidson,
if that makes any sense.
I was back in that calm,
contemplatory state of higher being for a few seconds. I lay there on the
ground, all serene and placid, and prodded inside my mouth with my tongue. When
comprehension took me, (a few good minutes later) it was that I was feeling a
gaping hole where there should not have been any hole.
My first thought, I swear to
you: “Oh, there’s a hole in my mouth. Good thing I already had that glass of
water,”
Then, my mind got slightly clearer,
and my next thought made slightly more sense: “Why is there a hole in my mouth?”
I had fallen face first onto
cold, hard tiles. My feet had literally flown backwards behind me, and I guess I
would have made a perfect entry to America’s Funniest Home Videos, awesome
falls category. Now I know what those poor souls felt like.
