I usually engage my brain, but Monday I forgot.
I got a call to do a CMA. It's only a few miles from the office and the owners don't live there. It had rained over the weekend, so I set out to see the house on Monday. Not only did I go alone (which is not uncommon) I didn't tell a single person where I was going or when to expect me back.
I was on the cell phone on the way to this home and my phone dropped the call. I was talking with another agent and our conversation had strayed from business to chit chat and so I figured I'd just call him back after I left from doing my CMA. So not only had I not told anyone where I was going, but I also knew I'd have no cell service at this home.
I arrived and with phone in hand (yeah like that helped) I set out to give this house and lot the once over so I could complete my work. Did I tell you it rained over the weekend? Well as I walked around to the front of of house, (we call the lake side the front not the street side) I took a spill. My right ankle turned and this foot went that way, left leg went another way... I felt like I was playing fast forward twister and just reached up to cover my head with my arms as I was falling all over some concrete stepping stones.... phone went flying.
You know when you fall your first reaction is to jump up and make sure NO ONE saw it. Well my body didn't, couldn't jump anywhere. After laying face down for a couple of minutes I rolled over in the wet grass (you know I needed mud on both sides of me) and finally at least pushed myself up to a sitting position. I suppose after about five more minutes I finally got up and actually finished my inspection of the property and home and wobbled back to my car and drove myself home.
Laney, Glen and Donald greeted me at the door and all felt really sorry for me my bangs and bruises. Nothing is broken, I do have a sore wrist, sore ribs and my knees are a lovely shade of black and blue. I had already planned to take Tuesday off because I had company over for lunch and an afternoon of playing cards, and thank goodness because I really needed a day to recover.
The moral of this story... ALWAYS MAKE SURE SOME ONE KNOWS WHERE YOU ARE GOING! It could be family, friend or co-worker, but someone should always know where you are going. And as my daughter pointed out to me later ... even when your phone service isn't good enough for a phone call it's much more likely to have enough signal for a text message. Today I drove back out to that property and sent my office a text message from the yard, right at the spot where I'd spend 10 minutes laying in the mud and sure enough they got my text message.
And just so you know... other than my wrist and a couple of fingers still being a bit sore I'm just fine. And my sweet Donald is cooking Jambalaya for dinner tonight and that will fix anything.
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