fearlesstemp | the fall girl (Reply)

In general, I think I take a slow tumble. And by that I mean: almost always when I fall down, there's a moment in the middle of it where I think something like, "Whoa, that was close! I'm sure lucky I'm coordinated enough to catch myself, because falling on my ass/faceplanting would really suck!" But of course I completely fall or faceplant, almost every time. This morning it happened in the shower, which was truly awful because I ended up on my back like a turtle in the bathtub, terrified that I'd broken my leg, because if I'd broken my leg, I wouldn't be able to get up, and if I wasn't able to get up, someone would have to come get me, if someone came and got me, they'd have to deal with my half-conditioned hair and all of my flab, and OH, THE HORROR! THE HORROR! Luckily, did not break my leg, but did seriously bruise my shin, and so I'm limping around pathetically here, showing all who will look (including the cats) the angry red line on my shin.

How did I hurt my shin? I'm not sure. My best guess is that it got caught on the underside of the faucet.

In other news: Hello, all. I have so much to do in the next two weeks that I feel an eerie sort of calm. Can it be done? Probably not. Oh well.

I could write more here, but really this entry was just an excuse for me to complain to another audience about my leg. Which hurts! Ow! I'm aware that there are people starving and debilitatingly ill, and my pain is nothing compared to theirs, but still! My shin!

Ow!