Defying gravity...

like, I could?! I've been wondering why balance seems to be a battle lately. I don't want to blame everything to my purty doll shoes because "my handsome" gave them to me on my birthday. The first incident  occurred last week when I missed a step mounting a public transportation, fortunately that time I didn't butcher my skin but the humiliation was inimitable! Ha ha! The second incident happened on Sunday night. We were on our way home from a birthday gathering somewhere in the east and we saw this cab and tried to hail it but before we could even catch up with it I just heard a big thud and next thing I know "my handsome" was already helping me up and leading me to the side of the road. It hurt but I didn't know that I had a bad one. We still managed to get that cab and went home safely. What I didn't expect was the excruciating pain that I felt the following day and I could barely move my right leg and the sting from the scratched skin was immense. I thought I would pass out as I took tiny steps from our room to the bathroom. I had to call the day off from work thinking that it will get better on Tuesday but I was wrong because my condition remained almost the same. How I prayed and cried to God every time I moved. Anyhow,  I am back to work now with a bandage (not with a vengeance, he he!) and the climb to the fourth floor was challenging but the security guard of the building was kind enough to help me strut myself up here. Ha ha! The reason I mentioned that I didn't want to blame my doll shoes was because I wore them when these series of unfortunate events happened although I've learned  a lesson that I shouldn't wear them when the sky is crying or I'll end up crying,too.