Yesterday I decided that I would like to go and get some of my holiday photos made into prints for scrapbooking. I can’t do that locally and didn’t want to wait a couple of weeks for a mail order service so instead of going to Hobart I decided to go to Kingston, a suburb about 10km from Hobart where I knew there was a store with the machines to make prints. At the same time I could buy some Easter groceries at the supermarket there.

Things sort of went to plan at first. There were only four machines so I had to wait to use one and it took a very long time to edit all the prints. Those things have a nasty habit of chopping off bits of your photo if you don’t check each one first. It took so long that I only ended up doing one of the two SD cards I had with me. While I waited for my prints I went to the supermarket and got a bite to eat.

It was when I headed back to pick up the prints that disaster struck. Somehow I managed to overbalance on a kerb and fell over. My loud screams, mostly of fear, brought passers-by running to help me up. I wasn’t badly hurt but I have twisted my other ankle, just as the one I hurt in Wellington was getting better and I bruised my foot. People were very kind, someone brought me water and the shopping centre security guy brought me a band-aid for a graze on my hand. I sat recovering on a bench for some time before deciding that going home on the bus was not a practical option and called friends to come and get me. While I waited several other people approached me to see if there was anything they could do. People are kind.

So today I’m hobbling around even worse than before and likely to be doing so for a few days so I doubt I’ll get any photography done.

On the plus side I did get my prints as a nice lady was kind enough to take my ticket and go and retrieve them from the store for me.

Author: Taswegian1957

Born in England in 1957 my family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. David passed away in 2015 and I'm here on my own now but I have Cindy the dog and Polly the cat to keep me company. I currently co-write two Wordpress blogswith my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and a "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania.

10 thoughts on “Ouch!”

  1. I am sorry, and I hope you’ll get better soon. I also hope the pictures you worked so hard on printed well.


  2. Oh no. I’m sorry you have hurt yourself again. I hope the ankle heals up quickly. Thank goodness there were so many kind souls there to help you. I love to hear stories about helpful people. It helps to restore my dwindling faith in humanity. Take good care of that ankle.


    1. My ankle doesn’t feel quite so bad today but I think I bruised my foot as that still hurts but I’ll survive. People are very kind. One couple went and bought me a bottle of water, another lady asked me if I would like her to get me a cup of tea and even how I was getting home. I said no to the tea but I did ask her to retrieve my photos from the shop. I wasn’t leaving without them.


  3. Oh, that doesn’t sound good. I am glad that people around you helped, and your friends. I hope you get better. Sometimes we set one wrong step and hurt us, happened to me too a few times, with kerbs or staircases and so. :/


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