I'm not sure if I posted my story before, so if I did, just ignore or humor me, whichever you prefer.
I used to wear waterproof flip flops years ago. They were a molded, all-in-one construction with a thicker sole than the typical flip flop from the drugstore, and they had traction. It didn't matter what the project was, whether digging and planting or simply watering, those sandals were my go-to. I broke one two years ago and bought very similar new ones.
We're in the city as well and we are on the highest hill on the street. Our lot is a postage stamp, and the street was lowered some time in the 60's, so our hill is not long but it is steep, but only in front. So, in 2012, I was removing bushes on the East side of the front porch. DH and DD#1 had left for a ten minute errand. Our neighbor's concrete drive is just about 7 feet over and about 8 feet lower than our hill, there. It was a hot day. I had removed the last of 5 shrubs and was removing roots from that shrub. Just when I thought I had finished, there was one more root to cut. You know the old adage about using the right tool. Well, I was hot and tired and the loppers were "too far away" for me to take just a few steps to retrieve them, but the manual hedge trimmers were right within reach, so lazy me grabbed those. Bad decision!!
Mind you, I was wearing those flip flops. So I squatted down, wedged the hedge trimmers in, and started my cut. Well, I lost my balance, did a half pirouette, and fell head first!
On the way down, all I could think was, "Please don't hit the (neighbor's concrete) steps!!" There was no breaking my fall until I hit his driveway head first, and I landed about one foot away from those steps!
The temple of my glasses broke off the hinge and gouged into my left brow, but at that moment I didn't realize it. So I jumped up, in what I thought to be a second later, gathered my tools, ran up the hill, dropped them off, and as I was running across to the other end of our property to go around the railing to head up the porch steps, blood started dripping down from that cut.
So I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, ran to the neighbor, told her what happened and that I would clean up the blood (her husband was due home from work soon. They have no children, so can you imagine what would go through his mind to find a pool of blood on his drive as he pulls in? So DH and DD came home to find me sitting on the porch with a cold wet, blood soaked rag on my brow. We went to urgent care, and I wound up with stitches, from "Doctor Hack-It-Up" with no bedside manner!
The nurse actually asked ME if I blacked out, seconds after I told her that there was nobody else out there at all, and neither of them checked for concussion
DH and I eventually concluded that I had a mild concussion bc I was exhibiting symptoms. As a result, I now wear hand-me-down Timberlands when doing heavy work anywhere in the yard and gardens. Even in the back, where it is flat as a pancake!
Love my Timberlands! I am super careful on the hill as well.