This morning we slept in a little late, watched an emotionally exhausting and typically superb episode of The Newsroom, and then decided to go to French Roast for brunch. I’m feeling good, hopeful, excited…you could say that my spirits are elevated.
While Saul showered, I gave myself a mini at-home facial: Nia24 physical scrub, Skin Ceuticals Conditioning Solution and then Dermalogica Sebum Clearing masque. This final product was dried onto my face, and I had just taken my hair clip out and stripped off all of my clothes when Saul finished, and I was ready to jump in the shower. I stepped into the bathroom just long enough to get my feet good and wet in a small puddle on the floor when I decided to instead clean the toilet first.
I rushed back out of the bathroom and turned the corner to the kitchen to grab the Clorox spray, when suddenly my left foot flung out from under me and I went down hard. I landed on my right knee, with my right big toe bent backward underneath. What a sight that had to be! Saul saw the whole thing too. Scared the crap out of both of us. We ordered a runner carpet for that hallway right away. It’s always slippery around that corner for some reason, especially right after we mop. It was bound to happen sooner or later.
The weird thing is at first my knee hurt the worst and had a bruise, but now that mark is almost entirely gone and I have no knee pain. My big toe on the other hand is swollen and hurts to walk on. We lasted only about ten minutes on our walk in the park, and I’m hoping that it’s much better tomorrow. It isn’t broken, but it’s likely sprained.
We did manage to hobble over to Barnes & Noble after brunch where I finally picked up Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World that Can’t Stop Talking, by Susan Cain. I had heard about this book from the instructor of my speaking class. Apparently Susan Cain took his class a few times before launching her book tour. While standing in the bookstore, I opened it to a random page that described one night she couldn’t sleep because she had a speech to give the next morning and I didn’t want to put it down. I’m hoping Cain will tell me how to embrace my introversion, rather than offer advice on changing it. She makes the distinction between introversion and shyness, and I believe that I’m both: introverted and shy. I’ve done a great job of fighting both my whole life. I think that if introversion were a more acceptable trait when I was a child, I may not have turned out as shy. Cain has also written a piece on this subject that is a worthwhile read, especially for parents with introverted kids. I can’t even count how many times I heard “Lisa is shy, needs to come out of her shell, should play sports, should speak louder, always sits in her room…etc.” and these things repeatedly confirmed to me that something was “wrong” with me.
So, here’s where you’ll find me for the rest of the night…the all too familiar sight of me with my foot elevated. All of the cleaning I had planned will have to wait, but Saul has been keeping the apartment up so well it actually isn’t very bad at the moment.
Plus, our friends and neighbors a few floors down are leaving for the week and had these gorgeous flowers that they didn’t want to throw away, so they offered them to us. They help make an untidy room a little nicer, and to elevate my spirits even more.