Things That Go Bump in the Day
I was minding my own business, innocently walking down to the basement to put a load of clothes in the dryer, when I discovered the reason slippers are called slippers. Mine slipped right out from under me and I bumped down at least three steps. These are not carpeted steps, either, but wood steps with hard, textured plastic runners.
My right elbow took the brunt of the fall and cracked wide open, resulting in three stitches. (and I'm right-handed!) Fortunately the x-ray showed no broken bones. I've got huge purple bruises in at least two places on my arm, and a giant one on my behind. It may be padded, but it still bruises! And a whale of a headache today.
Guess what? Lortab makes me dizzy as well as sleepy. Hey, is there a dwarf named Dizzy? there ought to be!
Anyway, a couple of days of rest and a visit to a chiropractor should help set things right again. No more procrastinating finding a chiropractor here.
My slippers are no longer called slippers. They are called trash. They are history. I'll find a pair with tread on the soles or go without. Maybe I can stretch my cold toes up to my headache instead of an ice pack.
Onward and upward. I am going to start being grateful for any days I can actually work out!
