Friday the 13th is a day like none other. It is a day that strikes fear into the hearts and minds of people both superstitious and non-superstitious alike. I like to think that I fall into the second category, in case you were curious. 13 is actually my lucky number. You see, I figured that as it's unlucky for so many people it must be lucky for someone. I like to think that I am that someone. But now, I am starting to think that perhaps that is not the case.
On Friday the 13th September 2013 I had an unforeseen accident (as I'm sure most accidents are). On Friday the 13th September 2013 I fell down the stairs at home and landed in a heap at the bottom. On my descent I estimate that I managed to bump approximately three quarters of my body. It was quite theatrical really. I let out a scream of helplessness and made lots of noise before shedding lots of noisy tears into Dave's shoulder.
I did the obligatory 'is anything broken' checks and am pleased to report that nothing is broken. However, I am left with some rather interesting bruises. I basically look mouldy on my rear, back and tops of my legs. (Don't worry- I'll spare you the photo's). When you look mouldy, it does nothing for your confidence.
Feeling slightly concerned about these new temporary tattoo's, I asked Dave if I looked okay. Unfortunately his answer was less than reassuring. He simply looked at me after considering his words carefully and said: 'at least the Summer's over.' Hmmm. Not sure what to make of that observation.
Anyway, don't worry about me. I'm fine now and have learnt my lesson. Always descend the stairs with an empty mind. I blame thinking for my fall- I was preoccupied and therefore distracted.
Speaking of thinking, I have thought about what falling down the stairs on Friday the 13th could possibly mean and have concluded that it does not make this day unlucky. It could be a mere coincidence that I fell on that particular day. But I think not. I am convinced that despite my fall, I am lucky. I walked away unscathed and with no need for hospitalisation- there's not even a single scratch on me. Yes I slipped, but someone was definitely looking out for me.
Told you that 13 could be lucky for some.
Mx
Love this. I`m going to think now that 13 has to be lucky for someone and as you say why not you or me.xxx
ReplyDeletePrecisely. The older I get the more I realise that life is about perspective. Sometimes it's far better to view it from a slightly different point of view I find x
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