As we pull in the driveway, I say to the two older girls "y'all get him and I will get soso because she’s asleep and y'all will wake her". They get out run inside with him because it is raining. I walk around the car, open the door, step up on the running board, carefully unbuckle her car seat and move her little arms from behind the straps pick her up put her on my shoulder, I go to step down and my left foot slips my right ankle twist as it hits the ground, I can’t grab a thing to help stop the fall, bam hinny hits the ground then my head bounces off the ground as well. Soso raises up sitting on my stomach as I am laying on the ground trying to decide what happened just now. She holds out her hands to the sides as if to say what do I do here, as she looks down at me "uh oh, momma falled!" I can’t hardly move yet my body still in shock so no getting up, I just laugh then she laughs. Here we are both laughing in the rain as I lay on the ground. After a few I decide I must try to get up before someone drives by and thinks I've lost my mind. We roll around and get to my feet, I walk in the door of the house, still laughing and my older child then looks at me, "you fell, didn't you?" She knows her mother well.
The next day I was digging out our Christmas decoration from my storage building and somehow, who knows how but I knocked the printer off onto my foot. It has been almost a month now and my foot is still blue.
See a few years ago it was pouring down rain, I had run into our friend house for something, I do not even remember what now. Anyway, on the way out I really am not sure how I managed it but when my foot hit the step and loud pop occurred and down to the ground I went. My boyfriend and older two girls were waiting in the car and just seen me disappear. Well, I rolled around on the ground a bit in pain, but I was laughing hysterically as they walked up and asked what the heck had happened. He helps me up and because I was covered in mud, he would not let me get in the truck, so I had to walk to the house and change. Hobbled more really. See he did not believe I was truly hurt because of my laughter, but once we made it to the restaurant I was in even more pain and my foot had begun swelling greatly and turning very blue. I finally convince him I need to go to the hospital and sure enough I had broken my ankle. They still laugh about it to this day because he made, we walk on it and didn't believe I had really hurt myself that bad due to my crazy laughter.
Almost a year later to the day my mother had just had the interior in her truck redone and wanted to show me so as I am walking outside to the truck to check it out, I fall. I had found the only hole in the day driveway and it was just enough to make that weak ankle twist and down I went. I scrapped my knee and hand trying to catch myself. I laughed of course, how can one not. It gets ridiculous that someone has this much trouble walking. I had her take me to the ER because it hurt and I just knew I had messed it up yet again.
Then there is the time I fell at McDonald's. I had gone into the play place to retrieve my younger daughter, she’s now 12, but then she was maybe 2. When I stepped out of the play place my knee gave out and we both hit the floor, luckily the floor was made of the soft foam, which is probably why I fell but again I laughed. Later that evening after we got home it was hurting so bad I finally gave up and got my mother to take me to the hospital and I had torn a ligament in my knee and broken my foot!
So, I am certain I will be one of that HELP IVE FALLEN AND CAN’T GET UP FOLKS one day. Just pray for me that I don’t break a hip next.
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As we enter the room its very dim lit. There are tables all in front of us and a bar on the back wall. To the right the restrooms and a dark hallway. To the left two stripper poles and two VIP lounging areas, a medium sized dance floor and two raised dance areas, also another doorway. We first go to the bar and get our bucket of ice for the Margarita jug I brought in then we find a table and just sit for a bit to scan the room and try to grasp just what it is we are willing to do and see here. After a bit we decide to go through the doorway and see what is beyond there. Two steps down and there is another lounging room and a small bar, 3 more doorways. Two of the doors are to private room areas, these rooms have big glass windows with a blind you can open or leave shut at your discretion. The doorway to the right leads to a small hallway, there’s a room to the right and stairs to the left. First, we check out the room to the right and quickly realize its not for us, we just aren’t’ in the stage they are, restraints and a swing, I can just begin to imagine my huge thighs and getting stuck in that thing in the air! So we venture up the steps, I am trying to hold onto him so I do not fall in my 6 inch heels I decided to wear because I looked hot in them and that was the point of tonight. The first room we enter is empty, no one is in there. So we keep going further into this massive house it seems at this point. To the right is another big bar area and there’s a few couches to the other side. People are in this room making out and feeling each other up, but we keep walking because there is still more to explore. Down another darkened hallway to the right there is a door that leads to a balcony where people are standing and smoking to the left another set of restrooms. Ah one last room way back here.
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