A six point landing is something you would never want to have happen if flying in an airplane. It is also something you wouldn't want to have happen when you are happily walking down the street in San Miguel on a beautiful sunny Monday morning. BUT it did.
I did a body slam so fast on Calle Correo yesterday that I was shocked when I was looking way too closely at the cobblestones about 6 inches from my nose. It happens all the time here because of the treacherous cobbled sidewalks and streets. It had not happened to me in a long time.
Usually I catch myself on my palms and knees but this time the other two points in this landing were farther up my body........and it hurt like hell.
A lovely young Mexican woman came rushing up to help me regain my footing and she kept saying "Cuidado, cuidado" Careful Careful.........well it was already over, but I intended to be MORE careful. I dusted myself off thanked her profusely.
I went on to my next appointment and then headed to the Coffee Clatch group. I related my "adventure" and they were amazed that I was unhurt and coherent. I was.........until I went to bed last night and my ribs hurt like hell. Could barely turn over, couldn't find a comfortable way to sleep........good grief, I think I either bruised my ribs or fractured one.
So, I'm home reading and taking it easy today and hoping Lourdes, the world's greatest massage therapist, can come this evening and work her magic.