Why is it that no matter how old you get you still feel 5 when you fall over? I’m not talking about tripping, I’m talking about ass over tit full throttle splat face first on the ground, or in this case tit first. The kind of fall where you’re in pain, but the first thought that enters your adult mind as you quickly glance around, whilst still on your front on the ground is "who saw that?".
Yep, this morning I walked out of the corner deli with my morning muffin (raspberry and white choc for those detail mongers), and became airborne as I walked back outside. Now I didn’t just trip, ooh no, I did a spectacular fly through the air, palms out and landed on my front via my knees, palms and my DD RIGHT BREAST! I actually felt myself BOUNCE on my breast, yes quite an odd sensation for those of you who haven’t had the pleasure. The muffin? Well that was in my left palm and I also felt that squish under my hand, as you can see it come out of it pretty well.
So I quickly scurried to my feet and hobbled back to work. First thing I do, ring my buddy Al M and tell her the story. Al’s used to me doing clumsy stuff. I’m clumsy, even more so when I’m premenstral. By the end of the story we’re both pissing ourselves and I’m crying laughing, you know when you’re in pain but it’s funny but it’s not, sort of crying laughing. Craughing. I hang up and think, I won’t fess up to anyone at the office, but oh no, first thing out of my mouth talking to the studio, "guess what just happened to me". They’re laughing too and smirking at me when I walk past them, gotta love it.
I still cannot get over the sensation of my body bouncing on my right breast, odd, just plain odd.