I fell this evening.

Coming back from the Ramadhan bazaar where Diane and I had spent a pleasant half hour looking at the food stuffs offered by the vendors (we bought some buah rambai and pisang awak), I decided that I wanted to mop the floor. It is so nice to get into active mode especially after a day when you feel like you have not really done anything useful. More reason so because Aun had been busy in the kitchen and he always leaves the floor a sticky mess.

I was one mop round away from being completed when I slipped on the step at the back door as I hurried to my bucket of water. I felt my foot lose it's grip on the floor and I lost physical contact with the ground. In that second as my body slanted backwards, it felt as though time slowed down while I struggled to regain my footing and my balance. Time really slowed down because I had time to think, oh no I'm falling again and I felt my foot slip off the ground and my body suspend in mid air. My hands instinctively flailed to grab something, anything but to no avail. I landed with a thump, on the fleshy part of my rump. In that instant, my mind went, Praise God, Praise God it is not my spine! In the next split second my elbow hit the floor and the top right side of my head hit the door. As I lied on the floor mentally assessing the damage, Diane appeared. She had heard the bumps I made falling, above the sound of her hair dryer in my room. I recovered after a few minutes, washed my mop, instructed Diane to dry that culprit of a wet floor on the step and continued with my last round.