Woodland Therapy
Sep. 15th, 2005 02:26 pmQuite a bit of my bad mood has been fixed by some time spent in the woods, with good food, sewing something shiny. Even on a rainy day, that's a pretty fabulous thing. I'm not usually much of a tree-hugger, I like to think of myself as an urban chic agnostic. But sometimes green growing things are just exactly what you need.
After grabbing my sequin trim, I set out to Zathmary's - a local gourmet deli/food emporium. They are a little too pricy, but serve the fabulous purpose of a made-for-me lunch plus many little packages for Axis snacking, instead of dinner. Unfortunately, they were slow - the deli lady was slow and had trouble hearing/understanding me (a native English speaker - so not a language issue), and then the checkout was super slow. And then a guy dumped a bunch of creamy salad dressing in line. And... on my way back from a third checkout at another part of the shop, I slipped, and went right down. My legs went out from under me, and I took too much of a thump on my right knee.
So far, no bruise (crosses fingers), but it's cranky. Sore to the touch, and a little stiff.
Why is it that as soon as you fall:
A - a bunch of people ask "Are you OK?" - no, I'm not OK, I just fell. Give me a minute and I'll do a quick damage assessment. But right now, I'm working on not crying like a toddler. And if you don't answer immediately, they run right into panic mode.
B - some guy tries to help you to your feet by pulling on your arm. This is really, really bad, for me. First, I'm shocked, and trying not to cry. Second, I don't really like being touched by people I don't know. Third, I'm not ready to get up yet - I'm trying to figure out what might be hurt bad. Fourth, pulling on my arm doesn't help me in the slightest - approach me from the front, where you can see my face and take some of my wieght.
About all I could choke out was "Not hurt, just shocked" and "please! no!" when the guy started pulling on my arm.
I collected my food (nothing damaged!), and hobbled to a dinner table. Funny, but no one is interested once you are standing. Now, it's a minute later, you're old news. Having one person look me in the eye and say "all good?" at that point would be really helpful. At a time when I can manage a response that is more sane than "WAAAAHHHH!!!! I WANT MY MOMMY!!", I'd be glad to give a damage assessment and thank you for checking in.
As soon as I got set up for lunch - place setting, purse and bag down - I wanted to cry. Really, really alot of crying. I had a bad email before leaving for lunch, so I'm a little fragile. I packed up, went to my car, and had a good cry. Then I drove to a nearby park and had a wet little walk to a bench in woods overlooking a lake.
Things are much better now. Time to get something done... I hope.
After grabbing my sequin trim, I set out to Zathmary's - a local gourmet deli/food emporium. They are a little too pricy, but serve the fabulous purpose of a made-for-me lunch plus many little packages for Axis snacking, instead of dinner. Unfortunately, they were slow - the deli lady was slow and had trouble hearing/understanding me (a native English speaker - so not a language issue), and then the checkout was super slow. And then a guy dumped a bunch of creamy salad dressing in line. And... on my way back from a third checkout at another part of the shop, I slipped, and went right down. My legs went out from under me, and I took too much of a thump on my right knee.
So far, no bruise (crosses fingers), but it's cranky. Sore to the touch, and a little stiff.
Why is it that as soon as you fall:
A - a bunch of people ask "Are you OK?" - no, I'm not OK, I just fell. Give me a minute and I'll do a quick damage assessment. But right now, I'm working on not crying like a toddler. And if you don't answer immediately, they run right into panic mode.
B - some guy tries to help you to your feet by pulling on your arm. This is really, really bad, for me. First, I'm shocked, and trying not to cry. Second, I don't really like being touched by people I don't know. Third, I'm not ready to get up yet - I'm trying to figure out what might be hurt bad. Fourth, pulling on my arm doesn't help me in the slightest - approach me from the front, where you can see my face and take some of my wieght.
About all I could choke out was "Not hurt, just shocked" and "please! no!" when the guy started pulling on my arm.
I collected my food (nothing damaged!), and hobbled to a dinner table. Funny, but no one is interested once you are standing. Now, it's a minute later, you're old news. Having one person look me in the eye and say "all good?" at that point would be really helpful. At a time when I can manage a response that is more sane than "WAAAAHHHH!!!! I WANT MY MOMMY!!", I'd be glad to give a damage assessment and thank you for checking in.
As soon as I got set up for lunch - place setting, purse and bag down - I wanted to cry. Really, really alot of crying. I had a bad email before leaving for lunch, so I'm a little fragile. I packed up, went to my car, and had a good cry. Then I drove to a nearby park and had a wet little walk to a bench in woods overlooking a lake.
Things are much better now. Time to get something done... I hope.
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Date: 2005-09-15 07:06 pm (UTC)I walk almost everyday at work. It's not real pretty along the side of a industral/shopping center area. Once side is a big field facing a mountian, the other ugly store fronts. But, I do get to see nature. I do like watching the seasons change. Wonders what a good walk outside in fresh air will do.
I hope you have a better afternoon.
Hugs!
-a
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Date: 2005-09-16 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-09-15 07:30 pm (UTC)Hope you're doing well ...
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Date: 2005-09-15 09:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-16 04:42 am (UTC)Hope you're all better now, and your night was fabulous.
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Date: 2005-09-17 05:34 am (UTC)