Saturday night, the shoe was the only party involved that escaped unscathed.
I was carrying my cute black and white Oxford Dr. Martens down to the landing of our front stairwell where we kept the other shoes. I missed a stair and fell hard on my right knee while my left forearm hit a wooden window sill and my hand and a shoe went through a plate glass window. After helping me to my feet and patching me up, SB went back to clean up the stairwell. The shoe was still stuck through the window. I now wish he would have taken a photo…
I am doing fine. I didn’t need stitches. My knee is sore but no longer swollen. I have a hearty bruise on my forearm. I skinned a few knuckles, and a long superficial scratch on my wrist is totally irritating like a big paper cut where my sleeve ends. I took a small chunk of skin out of my palm and a larger spot where the skin remained attached. It could have been so much worse. I think the shoe protected me from real damage.
The window, well, we need to call the landlady. It was a really old window, and it tinkled like chimes as it was smashed. It wouldn’t have happened to a newer window. As for the shoe, it’s sitting on the landing. I’ll make sure to check for glass before wearing them again.