So, I was taking the car registration to the glove box. By myself. And my ankle rolled as I closed the passenger door and I hit the ground on the sidewalk. I managed not to hit my head on the tree or the street sign.
I skinned my elbow through my jacket and rolled my ankle. The ankle that still vaguely hurt from the last time I fell down about two feet away from that spot over the summer. (That time was WAY worse. I sat outside on the ground for like ten minutes while our pizza got cold before I could manage to get up and come inside that time.)
I also landed on my butt. It wasn't bruised right when I got inside. Now we'll know if my husband is reading or skimming -- I'd like you to please look at my butt again. In good light and everything.
I probably need to go to the doctor about my foot. I'll have to look into that.
I did buy some new shoes about a week ago. I was wearing the new shoes when I fell down, but I think their only contribution was to keep me from rolling my foot along with my ankle.
My shoe shopping experience was supremely annoying. I wear Dansko brand shoes, and I went to a store with a selection of them, because a) they're hand finished and so you really kind of need to try on the pair you buy before you buy them and b) I had a baby since the last time I bought shoes, so my size may have changed.
The guy was spectacularly unhelpful while standing under a sign about how well-trained and helpful the sales people ought to be. But I helped myself and got a pair of (relatively) cute shoes, which I did not even scuff when I fell down and hurt myself.