By the time I got home, my foot was black and blue and hurting big time. I could feel my heartbeat in my foot. The instep of my foot feels really sore.. I keep thinking of Humpty Dumpty, because that's who I felt like, laying there, in the middle of a street in Bruges..
You don't know me yet, maybe you do. If you don't, you will get to know me by reading this blog. If you know me, you might learn more about me, reading this blog, since I don't have the time to keep up with all of you. I'm a witty, young at heart hobby cook, always in for a good time, craving carbs but not eating many. An open book to many, spontaneous, outgoing, loving and caring personality with Type 1 diabetes.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Humpty Dumpty
I felt like Humpty Dumpty.. Walking in Bruges with the girls, the heel of my shoe got stuck in the cobbles. I fell down on my knees, twisting my foot. I couldn't help it, but I started to laugh out of misery. My daughter wasn't sure whether she could laugh as well. It hurt big time, but whenever I fall or see somebody else fall, I just have to laugh. I couldn't stand up right away, so I had to crawl to the sidewalk where I could take a rest. I felt so silly.. Pulling up my trouser leg, I could tell one knee was bleeding and the skin was damaged. The foot of my other leg was bruised and swollen. Shoot.. Not a very good beginning of a shopping afternoon with the girls. But I had promised them a fun day out, so I had to pull myself together, to stand up and keep going.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the king's horses, And all the king's men, Couldn't put Humpty together again
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