Falling Head Over Heels

I did. Literally. I bought a new pair of shoes on Tuesday for a special occasion, and soon found out that they were definitely not made for Norwegian icy, slippery roads. But that evening I at least had someone to support me. Yesterday though was a completely different matter, and left on my own I carefully managed around the city, up and down stairs, holding on to anything. Railings and banisters, scaffoldings and lampposts. I succeeded to get almost all the way home, and then halfway up that ridiculously poor walkway with those uneven steps I fell. I fell straight forward holding bags in my hands, and smashed my head against the next step. I really was a sight last night, with a bump on my head the size of a quarter. Today the bump is more evened out and not noticeable where it is, hidden under my hair. I walk a bit forced though, right leg and left thigh are sort of tender and sore.

In a strange way I don't mind getting hurt like this, as long as it's not really serious. It kind of makes me feel alive. On the other hand, right now I don't need bumps and bruising to know I'm living. The blood is pumping through my veins pretty fast as it is...