***This post is part of SoCS: ‘Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “second.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!’ (Hill, Linda G., 7/22/16)***
The first thought that came to my mind regarding the word ‘second’ was second place and my childhood. The swim meets, basketball games, volleyball games, all sports played at a competitive level at a high priced, snooty, private Christian school. But we didn’t come in second place. I didn’t come in second place. It’s all about the win.
My mind has moved on to that one second two nights ago that–that half a second, really–where I stepped the wrong way.
Déjà vu is coming upon me because last week I wrote if I had basically just taken a minute to do something else, my back wouldn’t be injured, and today if I had not just stepped the wrong way in that second my face wouldn’t look like this:
That was my Instagram sent out, minutes before the doc put the 4 stitches in. I’m about to launch into my defense of how this is not my fault. I have a lot of defenses as to how my beat-up body is “not my fault” but give me a break, I was a defense attorney for years. I’ll defend any argument if I believe in it and the price is right. (Not now, my work is a little different now.)
OK, but this is REALLY not my fault!!! By idiot roommate decided to charge his motorcycle battery, which was on the porch, by running a HUGE cord through the nearby window, right in front of the front door, and behind the entertainment center. And then not tell anyone. Had I stepped left or right or just a little bit ahead in that second I walked in the front door, I wouldn’t have tripped over it, smashed face-first into the entertainment center and ended up with 4 stitches, a mild concussion, and two black eyes.
Silver lining: I will be doing no official business for the rest of the week and can watch the whole #DemsinPhilly. Yay! It’s an historic event and I’m hoping it to be a very positive one. They could bring circus clowns in with AK47’s to shoot each other and it would still be better than the #RNCinCLE. That’s all for today, folks. Wow, this piece was weird . . .