I'm in England now, and sitting at
oreouk's computer (at least, I assume that
demoneyes has another one of his own). The trip was, for the most part, remarkably uneventful and I even managed to get a bit of sleep on the plane (although more is scheduled for about 10 minutes from now). Lissa's directions were impeccable and everything went perfectly.
Until I got onto the escalator coming up from the Underground at London Bridge. I had my guitar in my left hand and was towing my suitcase behind me. This was just under 50 pounds of suitcase before I strapped my CPAP machine to it, making it thoroughly unbalanced. It didn't land correctly on a step. I tugged at it. It tugged back.
The next thing I knew, I was flying through the air. I landed on my right knee, scraping my forehead slightly on one step, and sending my glasses flying. The guitar vanished.
I found my glasses (which I was wearing so I could sleep on the plane without worrying about my contacts) on the step below my nose. They were fine. The suitcase was in front of me. I heard an ominous sliding noise behind me and turned around to see my guitar at the bottom of the escalator, trying frantically to get a purchase on a step and follow me back up.
I righted the suitcase. One gentleman stopped to help me; a couple retrieved my guitar and brought it up, then recovered my cellphone and wedding ring from where they'd fallen out of my pocket as I did a somersault. They asked if I was ok and I inventoried my bumps and thanked them and told them I was fine.
I headed over to Lissa's office where she bought me a soda and we swapped stories. Then I took her up on the offer of a key to the house and a ride back in from Phil later in the evening.
The inventory of injuries: a slight scrape at the hairline, a slightly sore knee with no apparent bruising, and one really big purple bruise on the tip of my right big toe.
I guess I know what I pivoted on as I went flying...
Until I got onto the escalator coming up from the Underground at London Bridge. I had my guitar in my left hand and was towing my suitcase behind me. This was just under 50 pounds of suitcase before I strapped my CPAP machine to it, making it thoroughly unbalanced. It didn't land correctly on a step. I tugged at it. It tugged back.
The next thing I knew, I was flying through the air. I landed on my right knee, scraping my forehead slightly on one step, and sending my glasses flying. The guitar vanished.
I found my glasses (which I was wearing so I could sleep on the plane without worrying about my contacts) on the step below my nose. They were fine. The suitcase was in front of me. I heard an ominous sliding noise behind me and turned around to see my guitar at the bottom of the escalator, trying frantically to get a purchase on a step and follow me back up.
I righted the suitcase. One gentleman stopped to help me; a couple retrieved my guitar and brought it up, then recovered my cellphone and wedding ring from where they'd fallen out of my pocket as I did a somersault. They asked if I was ok and I inventoried my bumps and thanked them and told them I was fine.
I headed over to Lissa's office where she bought me a soda and we swapped stories. Then I took her up on the offer of a key to the house and a ride back in from Phil later in the evening.
The inventory of injuries: a slight scrape at the hairline, a slightly sore knee with no apparent bruising, and one really big purple bruise on the tip of my right big toe.
I guess I know what I pivoted on as I went flying...
Ouch
Date: 2005-02-03 12:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-02-03 01:16 pm (UTC)Since we're not at the con... what are your plans for after?
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Date: 2005-02-03 01:58 pm (UTC)It's hard to hear about guitars falling and getting bruied, dented or breaking thier necks. (I had that happen once.)
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Date: 2005-02-03 01:30 pm (UTC)Glad you're in one piece
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Date: 2005-02-03 01:40 pm (UTC)On the bright side...I'll see you tomorrow!
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Date: 2005-02-03 11:42 pm (UTC)VERY Glad It's Not Worse
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Date: 2005-02-03 02:00 pm (UTC)See you tomorrow!
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Date: 2005-02-03 07:41 pm (UTC)(a.k.a. Mel. "Little Dragon" White)
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Date: 2005-02-03 02:14 pm (UTC)Flying without proper flight training is no good thing! ;-)
*hugs* 'n see you sooooon :)
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Date: 2005-02-03 02:36 pm (UTC)Please stay in one piece.
I told you to go and have fun.
I want you back!
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Date: 2005-02-03 02:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-03 02:43 pm (UTC)Oh, and let people bring you things. That'll be good for their health.
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Date: 2005-02-03 05:22 pm (UTC)