The momentum I had was remarkable to unravel as I sat normally (except for being on a sidewalk) holding my knees that were burning in an odd kind of impact-created pain and were not able to be moved by me (unless, I guess, I were in danger or something), waiting for the pain to subside, assessing the damage. You can never tell.
Later, after I called back the person whom my phone had sort-of spontaneously called, when I could actually think about talking and walking again, I realized that the shredded phone saved part of my hand and that people break falls in a state of balance (based on gravity and what part of you hits the ground first). I am not sure how my knees got involved at all. I guess I actually am out of practice with walking to work. It has been a while for this hermetic agoraphobic, though I have driven minimally.
The curb I had an issue with was actually a ramp-shaped affair, though (probably) with that grid of raised, red-colored (for the sighted) bumps (for the sight-challenged). Sigh.
There is a diagonal cut on my left knee, bruised all over the top of the patella … a scrape on my left hand palm bone … and my right knee looks like I fell 12 or more times. The bruises, which are purple here and are flanked by a wide scrape and another slash (all of these still rosy), are multiple and everywhere, so I guess I hit the ground technically multiple times — whole knee!
Gravity is amazing, as is momentum. And practice.
I walked Thursday, twice, without incident. Different shoes. What is interesting, too, is that I got so cut up but my pants were virtually unscathed. Some pilling happened on the inside, which was a bit rosy, too, after I walked the rest of the 10 blocks to an office. Athleta (pre-Gap ownership) makes a mighty fine semi-synthetic product.
Curb Curl, eater of sidewalks, reaffirms her street credibility.