My Fall Comes Before My Drive

Of all the clever things to do last Saturday, I tripped on some stairs, fell, and sprained my right foot on the way back from the townhouses. One week before I was scheduled to take my driving test. You need to press the accelerator and brake with the right foot, so I panicked, how to take the driving test with a sprained foot??

Fortunately, it was not a major sprain, and the foot wasn't very swollen. I'm not a very good patient (I know, I know... :) and in spite of the pain, continued to hobble and limp about, in-between trying to remain chair-bound for the rest of the day. The next day (last Sunday), my foot still hurt in the morning when I limped. However, the pain slowly subsided, and by evening, I could walk about slowly with an occasional slight limp. Not too bad. On Monday, the pain had all but disappeared, except for a slight twinge every time I walked down any stairs. By Tuesday, the pain was totally gone, and I could even hop and skip without any problems. Thank goodness for the quick recovery.

So much for being 'graceful'... maybe I should change my name and start calling myself 'Klutz' instead. I've had my share of 'spectacular' falls the past few years. Like the time I slipped on a puddle while crossing a main road, and skidded across half the road (split-style, across 1.5 lanes, ouch), raking my knee in the process. Came out with a rather badly lacerated knee, but I was fortunate that it happened at night. Therefore, there weren't many cars driving on that road, so I didn't get run-over while stumbling across to the pavement...

Then there was the time I crossed the road to meet some friends, tripped on the road divider, and tumbled literally head over heels across the road. Once again, thank goodness it was night time, and there weren't any other cars driving along that road then. Emerged with nothing more than a bruised knee, bruised elbow, and bruised ego (so mah-lu [embarassing] but we had a good laugh at my expense... :)

This time, I was reminded of how fortunate I was again. Talked to mum that evening, and our conversation went something like this :
Me..... "Oh, mum, guess what? I sprained my foot."
Mum.. "How? What happened? Are you okay or not?"
Me..... "Yeah, I'm okay. I tripped on some stairs and fell."
Mum.. "How far did you fall? A flight of stairs?"
Me..... "No, 2 stairs"
Mum.. "2 flights of stairs?!"
Me..... "No, no, 2 steps..."

Thinking back, I'm thankful I only tripped on the 2nd last step, and not the 2nd step on the flight of stairs. Otherwise, a sprained foot may have been the least of my worries :) A friend of mine also fell down some stairs a few weeks back, and dislocated her shoulder when she landed. So I'm fortunate to escape with only a minor sprain, and at least I landed on my foot, not on my face... :)

Yes, I'm thankful for God's protection, and my foot is alright now. So I took my driving test on Saturday, and I ... passed!

I passed, I passed, I passed!! Woohoo!! :)

No more driving lessons, and no more need to suppress any smiles. Now, I can drive around with a manic grin on my face if I want (of course I wouldn't do that, but I could if I wanted to... :) What have they unleashed onto the road this time?? *diabolical laughter* :)