As it turns out, if I had decided to wait and post on Tuesday, it never would have happened.
Monday evening while The Tim was at work, Dug the Doodle Dog and I went out for his evening walk, and it was so pleasant, with a nice breeze. We were going along on our way home nicely. I was going to give Dug a treat, and maybe give myself a manicure when we got home. Next thing I remember, I woke up and I was lying in the middle of the street, with Dug sitting next to me. I sat up, and saw that my glasses were broken, and I was covered in blood, and bleeding. A woman brought a towel over, and was trying to help me, and a young man came up and asked if he could call someone for me (I was with it enough to give him the number for The Tim at work). Another lady was kind enough to drive me and Dug home for The Tim to meet us there.
So when he got home about two seconds after I did, we headed over the ER at the Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania, which is not far from our house. They of course took me back to a room immediately. Since I couldn't remember anything about what happened, they wanted to keep me overnight for observation and do a bunch of tests. I got ten stitches in my upper right lip, some inside, some outside. I broke off part of a front tooth. There were no observation rooms available, so I spent the next 24 hours in my ER room. I had approximately 1,000 tests of all kinds, was poked, prodded, questioned, had blood drawn and my temperature taken approximately 100 times, and finally they let me go home on Tuesday evening.
Coming home and taking a shower - washing off the dried blood and cinders from the street - was one of the best things ever. I still hurt, I missed a week of work which pains me since I of course I didn't really have that much sick time. I look much better than I did last week, but would still likely frighten small children (and have certainly startled a few adults!).
On top of which, The Tim and I had both made plans to take the week we are currently in as vacation. We had some plans to do day trips, and some other things. Instead, I have been going to a bazillion different dr appts.
I am lucky. No bones were broken or fractured, my injuries will [eventually] heal, and I can get my tooth fixed (though not soon enough to suit me). But from the day-to-day standpoint, it really sucks. My fave glasses are DOA, and I am in a lot of pain, besides looking like I lost a prize fight.
However, on the bright side, I did get to wear all of the wristbands they had available at the ER! ;-)