It's enough of a big deal that I'm very cautious walking up and down stairs. Basically I've turned into an old person who's nervous about breaking a hip.
So when I finally decided I was being ridiculous...I fell down the stairs. Seriously. Luckily it was only the bottom half and the stairs were carpeted, but I did slam right down on my busted arm and landed in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. Let me tell you that hurt.
The good news is that it doesn't feel any worse, but I definitely felt the impact reverberate up through my arm and shoulder.
As I was laying at the bottom of the stairs all I could think was, "why me????" and after a few tears I just started laughing hysterically. Yes, laughing, like a crazy person.
Life's funny like that. Just when you think you have something figured out you trip over your own feet and find yourself lying in a heap. I'm not quite sure what the logic or rational could be, but maybe that's the point...there is no point or maybe this really is all part of some lesson master plan. Either way I'm trying to learn and accept that there's really nothing much I can do about it other than laugh, pick myself up and keep shuffling along.
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