I actually had to Google “Whoopsa” to make sure I was spelling it right. Turns out there’s no correct way to spell it, so this is my way of spelling it.
So, tonight while driving for Uber, I stopped at the Speedway in Covington, KY, and when I walked out I wasn’t paying attention, and I didn’t see there was a step, so my heel clipped it and I went down in the parking lot. In front of everyone.
Road rash on my right elbow, right knee all skinned up and bloody, left knee skinned up. And I feel like a boxer hit me in the gut.
I dropped all my shit, the bottle of Mt. Dew rolled off all shaken up. I laughed cause it was funny, but it fucking hurt.
The best part was, nobody that I could see was laughing. But an old man ran up to me and helped me up then got my Mt. Dew for me. A woman sitting in the car next to where I fell asked if I was okay and pointed out something that fell off of me when I got up, but it was just dirt from the parking lot. It was cool that two strangers were helpful. It made me feel good.
And then I thought, maybe they showed concern cause I’m old now. Like, did he break a hip? Should we call an ambulance? Does he have Life Alert?
And then I was sad again. I am old. I’m not even 40, but I feel it coming, in the form of 70. I used to see old people walking all hunched over or limping and I’d think, “What the hell’s wrong with them? Why don’t they just shake it off and walk normal?” That was young, naive, twenty-something me. But now I get it.
When I got home tonight I went inside and sat down on the couch for a few, then got up, and my knee screamed at me. So I limped around. Eventually it loosened up, but I know it’s going to be a good week before I’m not limping anymore. That is, if I don’t fall again before then, which is a very good possibility.
I’m not a spring chicken anymore.