Namaste, Bitches

I just remember - last week I tipped over backwards in a chair at work. We have this rogue 'executive' type chair floating around in guest services, and Monday night I was sitting in it - surprising enough to me, it was quite comfy. It has a really high back, and you can tilt it back quite far, and it sort of rocks, so of course, my accident was bound to happen sooner or later. So that morning, I was just rocking back when the thing went past that point of equilibrium. I felt myself start to overbalance backwards but I was too giddy to catch myself w/my foot on the underside of the desk, so over I went. I got that exhilirating feeling of slow motion as I watched the scenery change from cube wall to cieling. That high back saved my head, but I whacked my elbow on the floor pretty hard. And then I was just laying there on the ground giggling hysterically. Debbie was standing over me asking, "Are you OK?" All I could do was nod & grasp my elbow - then Rita, who was hidden behind the other row of cubes started asking, "Did she tip over in that chair?" & Debbie was like, "No, no, nothing to see here, nothing to see here..." I was dying by this point, and having a real problem trying to figure out how to get up - I was basically like a turtle on its back because of the chair arms & snug cushioning. I got the idea to roll me and the chair onto our sides & sort of staggered up.

The reason I remembered this is because my elbow still hurts & I was wondering, "Damn! Why does my elbow hurt?"