Yup, so, had a new subway adventure today. I was walking down the stairs into the station with a hot coffee in one hand and a lack of Physics in the other, and I stumbled twice then fell down the stairs. My left hand palm and my left forearm took the visible brunt of it, but I’m feeling unpleasantness in my middle finger and shooting pains at random in my wrist, elbow, and shoulder.
I was a bit stunned so I stayed sitting at the bottom of the first set of stairs. One person ran back up the bottom set of stairs to ask me if I was ok, another person was walking down the stairs I was on and asked me if I was ok. New Yorkers are kind at heart. I’m sure their internal dialog was less kind in some way, but who cares about that part, it was very nice of them to ask. I told them both I was fine, just stunned. It’s not my first time falling down stairs unexpectedly or being stunned from something I didn’t understand was happening to me until after I was on the ground, so it was nice to have that familiar feeling back.
The best part about the whole situation is that I watched hot coffee fly up into the air, then fall directly back down on the lid of the cup. As I got up to go I sucked the coffee off the top of the lid and went on my way down the next set of stairs, through the turnstile (which of course ate an extra fare from me to stick that nail in the bad day coffin), then carefully down the remaining staircase. Since I had nothing to clean up my bloody palm or scraped arm I just held it close to myself on the train then picked up alcohol swabs at Duane Reade when I got into the city. (Perhaps now is the time to tuck some of those swabs into my bag for future incidents. Yes, yes.)
And so I’m back to rookie status in the subway. 
Life could be much worse. I just like telling you my stories.
Pray tell, what was adorning your feet at the time?
Ouch! The older I get the more falling down seems to hurt. I hope you aren’t all sore tomorrow!
Same thing as EVERY day — BOOTS!
Ouchie. Glad you’re OK.
And I love New Yorkers.
Ow! hope you’re feeling better!
You forgot the reason you fell!
It’s because my morning good bye smooch was so powerful that it made you dizzy!
Thus is the power of the pi…
Want to borrow my pads?
Maybe you should have a big plastic bubble that you travel in from now on.
Virtual hugs and kisses. Glad to hear you are OK.
Update: Today my back, hip, knee, ankle, and foot on the opposite side are tweaked so I’m working from home. Awesome. And it’s totally because I’d just got my morning goodbye kisses from Dawg that I fell down those stairs. He makes me light-headed.
Glad you’re OK. In Boston on the T, a woman passed out on a crowded train and people just gawked. A few of us helped her up but people clearly were just trying to get where they were going.
Awwww, poor Poppy!! I’m glad you were okay, relatively speaking. I hate it when I fall in public and I do it far too often, lol. Give the arm and palm a get well kiss from me! xoxo
While in NYC on Saturday I used the Subway for the 1st time and I can see how someone could very easily trip. I’m glad you’re ok for the most part!
I didn’t know this until a few years ago, so it’s worth mentioning: Alcohol is not actually good for cleaning wounds. While it does kill bacteria, it does more harm than good, killing tissue in the process.
I remember reading an article that compared all the different treatments of both deep and superficial wounds. If memory serves me right, water is better (though not best) than alcohol for cleaning. I believe saline is best, though Hydrogen Peroxide is also very good.
I don’t know if you’ll see this or not but I lost your email address.
I miss reading your blog. You probably don’t miss writing it. I guess I’ve been reading it for about 3 years.
I hope you are okay … no, I hope you are fantastic.
Ditto to Dawg.