“I fell!” I texted to my #1 Daughter- from- Another Mother.

“Get a bandaid!,” she wrote back.

“My elbow is bleeding,” I said.

“Get two,” she said. Then I woke up and I wasn’t in a TV commercial any more.

But, I did fall a couple of weeks ago outside a Pioneer Telephone building in Kingfisher.

It was after I’d attended a Red Carpet Country worship.

I mean, come on, who falls in the handicap parking lot just because they decided to get in on the passenger side when you’re all alone?

If you give up on guessing, it was me: I was aiming for that side so I could put all my freebies in the passenger seat.

It took two kind young women to get me up off the pavement and one said I had blood on my dress.

“It’ll wash,” I said and gathered up as much dignity as I could muster and got into my car.

Then I immediately texted, or maybe I called, my #1 next-of-kin for my daily “Proof of Life” call.

That’s when I whined about that step off that curb wasn’t legally marked and I was going by Braum’s or McDonald’s for a treat before I headed home.

It turns out I lied.

Once in my vehicle all I wanted to do was get home, pet my cat and fix me a Dr. Pepper.

When I woke up on my couch I wasn’t sure if it was day, or night, but assumed it was early in the morning.

Wrong song, Leon! I’d only slept a couple of hours and my neck and back hurt and I told myself to take two Aleve and I’d be fine.

Then again, maybe it was already the next day and I was feeling so stupid for not watching where I was going and taking that tumble.

I also said a bunch of “Thank You’s” to Jesus because I felt lucky that I wasn’t in a hospital like a friend who’d fallen a week or so before that.

And my neighbor friend who is still wearing a back brace after a few months because she fell off a ladder while painting.

My fear of high places means there is no way I’m getting on a ladder. I know my daughters-from-another think I’m crazy because I always have to touch them to make me feel secure when they’re putting in a light bulb for me.

While looking for something else this afternoon I found my goodie bag from that Kingfisher workshop.

There were a couple of things from Pioneer in there so I decided not to sue them, but maybe they should make sure that space is up to code.

I can tell you that fall has really made me pay more attention and watch where I’m going.

It also reminds me of when my Daddy used to say I was just like a bull in a China shop.