I’ve just spent four and a half months in Mumbai. I walked on uneven roads, through rubbish and rubble, and while I have fallen before nothing has been quite as bad as the tumble I took last night.
(taken 24 hrs later)
Not even two full days in London and I manage to give myself a head wound. It isn’t a terribly exciting story, my boots caught on each other and I wasn’t able to stop myself with my arms. Other than badly bruised knees, some cuts and scratches to my face and a partially missing eyebrow I’m fine. Went to the hospital to be safe but no apparent concussion.
Something I’ve learned from my older brother is that when you get hurt, it is always better to take some photos and own your injury and clumsiness than to wallow in self pity. I’m trying my best to do that, I’m lucky I didn’t crack my head. That would be a lot worse than putting up with a couple weeks of being called Quasimodo.
*Based on how poorly I breathe through my nose, I think that fall did more damage than I realized at the time. At least the eyebrow grew back?