Friday, April 04, 2008
The Falling Highriser
Or if you like, a nearly old person taking a fall.
I had an appointment in Malvern, near the corner of Malvern and Tooronga Roads. I could of driven, or caught a tram to town and then the train, or the tram direct. But no. Me being the person who always looks for the hardest way to do something, caught the tram to Toorak terminus and then walked down the hill to level crossing and along the railway line to Malvern.
I like cobblestone lanes. They are great for your feet when you walk on them, are often interesting and are good for your general health, so sayeth the Chinese on the last point. But this one was not good for the health, nor did it have cobblestones and it had a dog leg in it. While it wasn't really a shortcut, I took it anyway. Around the dogleg was a tree fallen over the lane and it had taken a bit of fence with it. No problem. There is a bit of a gap where the fence came down. I can slide down the tin a bit. Error.
I did not see the bit of wire at the bottom. It cut my ankle and headfirst forward, I went down, with my hands outstretched to save myself. The first thing I was worried about was who saw me. No one thankfully.
Cut ankle, bruised knee and minor damage to the left hand, but what looked like a large blister on my right hand. I went onto my appointment but during it, I noticed blood running down my hand. I successfully hid the problem and when I left I sopped up the blood with some A4 paper I had with me. Any pubic toilets around here? Nah, and the ones at the train station were locked.
I got to Flinders Street Station, bought a packet of tissues and cleaned up my hand as best I could in the toilet. I had been looking to enjoy the train trip, one that we used to take many times when we lived in East Malvern, but I was too distracted by my injury.
I did what I had to in the city, trying to hide my nasty hand wound when I paid for things, and came straight home on the tram.
I suppose the embedded gravel in the wound will work its way out. Or maybe I will need a week off work to recover.
Am I angry with myself for being careless? You betcha. While I fell over like this as a kid, it takes a lot longer to heal at my age. Anyway, I walked past some gorgeous houses today, too many to photograph. But here is one of them.