*Disclaimer: I'm perfectly ok, however over-dramatic the story below may seem*
Last night I fell down the stairs.
Those who have been to our apartment know, that our staircase is a lovely spiral. Oh and it's metal! So I'm walking up the stair in my bare feet, when I turn around to say something to my husband. At which point, my left foot missed the next step and down I tumbled. In the process I scraped the bottom of my left foot, banged my left knee, scraped and banged by right shin, and my right forearm.
More than anything it scared the crap out of me! I didn't cry (shocker!), but I wanted to. In reality it was only about 4 steps and aside from all the banging of appendages, I kind of hopped down onto solid ground.
Of course my mom calls just after this (as in, I'm still on the floor trying to catch my breath)...and after assuring her that I was ok, she laughed at me. Let me explain, I'm notorious in my family for being clumsy/blonde. They all make fun of me. Chris and I then went out for some dessert. I limped most of the way. A rather large bump developed on my knee. And then the worry set in.
My mom was hit by a car when she was little and developed water on her knee. She used to tell us how dangerous this could be if not treated. So the fact that it still hurt, and I had a goose-egg lead me to call her again. She assured me that I was fine. The pain would be enough to limit my walking, and the whole knee would swell. *whew*
When we got home, the knee has swollen some more, so I iced it. The swelling went down a great deal before I went to bed and is completely gone now. I have another bump on my shin. I'm not limping but man-o-day, when i bump my knee it KILLS!
So long story short, I'm a clumsy wreck. But I have the best husband in the world for taking care of me. And for endearingly calling me gimpy.
I suppose the worst part of this story is that I don't have any visible bruising. If I have to make an idiot of myself, I at least want something to show for it.
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