I tripped and fell over on Saturday morning grazing my knee
and both of my hands. I wasn’t texting
at the time and I was paying attention to what I was doing. One minute I was walking along and the next
minute I knew that I was on the ground.
I got up every shakily off the ground and regrouped myself before
painfully limping down to the town square because I knew that my boss and
friend Cricket would be there for our town’s Festival of Cultures and she was
running the Trade Aid Stall. When I got
to her stall I almost burst into tears and she took a look at my hands and told
me to come with her and so I did. She
hunted for a first aid kit at the Festival but couldn’t find one and the shop
was about 300 metres down the road so we went back and Cricket fixed me up the
best that she could. I texted Bryan
first to let him know what happened and then I texted my Dad to come and pick
me up. He did and took me back up to his
house so he could patch up my knee and I rested at his house for awhile and
then he took me to feed Beanie. Since
this is the last week of feeding Beanie and I am hurt. One of my Mum’s best friend’s Mum’s is going
to do it for me since I can’t walk fast.
Eighteen months ago I was walking to KFC one Friday night and I tripped
and fell on a curb that time I badly hurt my arm. I know that I am unstable on my feet
sometimes.
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