December 30, 2006
Help! I've fallen and I can't get up! No, seriously. I accidently recreated that silly "I've fallen and I can't get up" tv ad in the shower today. There I was, soaping up and enjoying the hot water, when it suddenly seemed like the floor of the tub was made of buttered banana peels. I slipped, lost my balance, wildly flailed about trying to stay upright but it was a losing battle with gravity.
Down I crashed with a thud, hitting nearly every part of my body on the way. "Oh god! Babe, are you ok?" Ross was yelling as he flew into the bathroom but I was in so much pain that all I could do was yowl and when Ross threw open the shower curtain he found me crumpled on the floor with the water still pouring down. Not knowing what else to do, he turned the water off and got a towel, but I couldn't move much so I just buried my face into Ross and cried.
Thankfully I didn't break anything, but I did seriously bang up both my knees and several toes on each foot, but the most serious injury was to my pride. Suffice it to say that lying on a bathtub floor butt naked and writhing in pain in front of someone else is a very humbling experience but, after all the other embarrassing situations Ross has seen me through, he's gotten quite good at making humiliating situations seem much less so and I'm grateful for that.
I also have company tonight in the bruised body/wounded pride department being that Zola managed to pull off her own amazing feat of klutziness. She took off on her nightly speed racer run around the apartment and ran face first into a wooden door frame at mach 5 speed. Her poor little body seized up and then she stumbled and fell over and I ran over to her in absolute terror, fearing she was paralyzed or dead, but she looked up at me with those big amber eyes as if to say, "hey, I meant to run into that door frame but if you'd like to scoop me up and shower me with kisses, I certainly wouldn't mind."
Incidentally, that's the same look I gave Ross when he found my on the tub floor earlier today. "Hey, I meant to fall down in the shower. In some cultures the pratfall is a highly prized skill. You should be glad to have a wife who is so multi-talented. But if it will make you feel better to help me up and kiss my bruises, I won't stop you." Zola and I, we're generous like that. We know how important it makes Ross feel when he gets to help us, so we do things like fall down and run into walls for his sake. Yeah, that's the story. Ahem.
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