What a woman in her 40s thinks when she takes a spectacular fall on the roadside

For the first time in decades, I fell.

No,

it wasn't even at the level of just falling.

I wiped out.

Was falling always this painful...

and

was it always this embarrassing?

Every morning, after seeing off my second son's bus, I run home at full speed.
This is because I have to make it in time for my husband's commuter train.

My eldest son, who doesn't go to school, won't come with me to see off the bus, and he can't stay home alone either. So, my husband has to wait and not leave until I get back.
8:30 seems to be the limit.

Since he can't be late for work, rain or shine, through wind or extreme heat, I wave goodbye to the bus my second son is on with a smile, then turn on my heel and dash home along the roadside like an athlete.

The other day.
After waving at the bus with a smile as usual, I turned on my heel...

GO!

The time was around 8:20.

I become the wind.
For my beloved husband.
Today, too, I become the wind.

As I was moving my legs at an incredible speed,

my feet somehow got tangled up,

I lost my balance

I fell forward quite spectacularly.

Ah!!!!
I'm going to fall just like this!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!

Scrape, scrape, scrape, scrape.

I fell forward in a flashy way, scraped my right elbow on the asphalt, and slammed my right hip and left knee hard.

This road has quite a lot of traffic, and it is especially crowded in the morning.

I felt everyone's gaze as if I were bathed in a spotlight.

Super embarrassing.

Embarrassing, embarrassing, embarrassing.

I instantly pulled myself back up as if to erase the fact that "a woman in her 40s is wiping out on the roadside" by thinking,It's just your imagination! You guys!and started running again with a cool face.

It was an impressive speed, even for me.

When a woman in her 40s falls, it seems that "shame" outweighs the "pain" in her head.

However...

It hurts. It hurts.
It actually hurts quite a bit.

It's gradually starting to hurt more.

But, but, I can't stop running here.
My beloved husband is waiting for my return at home.

I hurried home, my injured elbow and bruised hip and knee throbbing with pain.

What a woman in her 40s thinks next after taking a spectacular fall on the roadside.

I wonder if the knees of the jeans I'm wearing are torn.

I happened to be wearing my absolute favorite pair of jeans.
My husband and I have a brand we both love.

"BLUE BLUE"

Once you wear their jeans, they are so comfortable you can't wear any others.
And, they are quite expensive.

I was worried about whether those jeans were torn.

My husband's face crossed my mind, but I stopped for a moment to check.

Oh, they're torn!

No way.
Shock, shock, mega shock!!!!

It was only a tiny bit, but they were torn.

Ah, why! Why! Why did I choose these jeans!
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid mika!


...I mean, why did you fall, mika!!!

At this moment, I somehow looked at my elbow.

Whoa, it's bleeding a lot.

Blood was streaming down from where I had scraped it against the asphalt.
It seemed like a pretty bad scrape, and the wound looked visibly painful and was oozing.

The woman in her 40s who had taken a spectacular fall on the roadside was so preoccupied with her embarrassment and the state of her jeans that she hadn't even noticed she was dripping blood herself.

Seeing the blood, somehow, the pain felt even worse than before.

Ouuuuch!

But, but, my loving husband is waiting at home.
Run, mika!!!

I started running again.

A woman with blood dripping from her elbow runs down the roadside at full speed.

Haa, haa, haa, it hurts. It really hurts.

I run while keeping my arm as far away from my body as possible, thinking I can't let the dripping blood get on my jeans.

What is this way of running!
It's ridiculous. Truly ridiculous.

What a woman in her 40s who just took a spectacular fall on the roadside thinks next.

This will make good material for a note.

Ah, I'm scared of myself.
Bleeding like this, and I'm already thinking about writing it up on note.

I'll start with, 'I fell for the first time in decades.'
I'm actually thinking things like that.

Ah, I'm scared of myself... shiver...
It's scary, but... it can't be helped.
As long as I'm doing note, this is inevitable.

I finally managed to make it home.

'I'm... ho... me... Bring me... bring me some tissues—'

My husband, knowing nothing, came to the entrance with tissues.

'W-w-w-w-what happened?!'

My husband is panicked.
Well, of course he is.
His wife is standing at the entrance with blood streaming from her elbow.
Hearing my husband's surprised voice, my son, who had been playing a game, came flying over.

'I took a tumble...'

'Huh?! Where?'

'On the way home, by the side of the road.'

My son, worried about his blood-covered mother, said,

'Mom, that looks painful—are you okay?'

Although he said that, he immediately left the scene and went back to his Minecraft world.

...

My kind husband who takes care of me.
However, his train time was approaching.
Please, just go already!
I urged him to leave quickly.

“Sorry, okay, I’m going then...”

With a lingering look back, my husband headed out.

I rinsed my bloodied elbow under the tap water.

“OUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

It hurts so much.

“Are you okay??”

My son asked, looking concerned while playing his game with a serious expression.

When I checked my badly bruised right hip and left knee, they were bleeding too.

Wait, I’m covered in blood everywhere.

I was more injured than I thought.

For now, I disinfected the wounds and applied bandages.

Sigh.
In my head, I thought I was moving my feet nimbly.
Does this mean my feet aren't keeping up?

Is this what being in your 40s is like?
Huh?
Is this like a baptism for a 40-something whose body is starting to waver?

No, no, no, no, I don't want to admit it.
If I admit it, it's all over, mika!!


“...ma’am! Mom!!!”

Huh?

I snapped back to reality.

My eldest son, who had finished his gaming time before I knew it, was looking at me with concern.

And then, he said this to his battered mother.

Mom, thank you for everything.

Wait, what's with that gentle smile?

Oh, right.

I replied.

He must have felt a little guilty for not coming along to see the bus off.

Conclusion

When a woman in her 40s takes a spectacular tumble, it hits her mentally more than the physical pain of the wounds.

It's like taking a pretty hard chop.

However, I know those words.

Those magic words overflowing with love and hope.

What are you talking about?