Berlzebub was WRONG: I AM a gigantic idiot
In a recent post, I described in detail why I'm stupid: I forgot my safety boots, hard hat, and safety vest at work when I went to a site visit ~1 hour drive away; I had two sets of drawings authorized by me that conflicted with each other; and to top it off, I locked my keys in my trunk. Berlzebub was nice and wrote this:
Take it from someone who's been there, almost identically. You are not a gigantic idiot. You were just having a bad day.That's very kind and understanding of him; however, it's also dead wrong.
I am a gigantic idiot. Want more proof?
I was leaving the office Tuesday evening. As I was walking down the front steps (there are 5 of them) I glanced over my shoulder to see how busy the nearby park was, as I was thinking of kicking back and reading outside for a bit. In that instant, my new shoes (which are somewhat clunkier than my old shoes) dragged on the concrete step, causing me to lose my balance. I tripped - more like toppled - straight over from the next-to-top step, and, without time to think of anything more than, "uh-oh," fell flat on my right shoulder, barely avoiding cracking my head on the sidewalk.
After laying there for a moment or two stunned and in a not unsubstantial amount of pain, I swore loudly and dragged myself off the ground. I realized that I had whacked my right wrist pretty hard on the concrete, likely spraining it, bruised my right shoulder and left knee, and made a substantial tear in my new pants. That part really pissed me off. When I say new, I mean new; this was only my second time wearing them, and my keys had ripped a series of holes up the right thigh.
If I've done the math correctly, my downward velocity at impact was about 25 km/h, which is pretty fast - especially when you aren't expecting it. Plus, concrete is pretty damned hard. I lucked out that I wasn't more seriously hurt, though my wrist is still bothering me. More than that, I further lucked out in that I was leaving 15 minutes early so I could pick up some documents from a nearby office before they closed, therefore absolutely nobody saw me make a giant fool of myself.
Strange thing is, other than ruining my wrist/pants, I think the whole experience was hilarious - I was laughing out loud at myself for the rest of the day) - and I don't think I would change the event if I could. Maybe I did crack my head on the pavement afterall and just don't remember?