When we got there, we got lost (weird, weird street arrangements there. I saw the corner where SE 5th crossed SE 5th...) We got to the church almost 15 minutes late. I hate getting to things like that late, so I was already tense.
Then I slip on some black ice in the parking lot, going down on my abdomen, hands and knees. My poor achy biliary tree rang like a bell. I slowly got up on my feet with the help of my hubby, and discovered my shirt was totally soaked from the middrift down and my pants knees were soaked at the knees and on the right side and full of crud. I was already starting to ache, and standing out in near freezing temps with wet cotton clothes is an experience. We went back to the car. I wanted my hubby to at least get to offer condolences (after all, we had just driven 60 miles), so we waited for that, since I was pretty sure I hadn't done any major damage, and didn't even sprain my ankle, which amazed me.
But my hands hurt, my shoulders hurt, my biceps hurt, I have abrasions on my knees, and right now, all I want to do is crawl under the covers.
I'm very lucky I fell forward and not backward. And amazingly, I didn't put a hole in my pants knee.
My great adventure for the day.
At least I wasn't as cold as the time I fell into the water when getting out of my kayak in freezing weather...now that was an experience....