Thursday, 09 November 2006
Scary Stairs
Yesterday can be summed up thus: I wasted time on the Internet; I designed some cards; I almost fell down the stairs and now have a big bruise on my arm which hurts a lot.
The last-mentioned of the above was quite scary because I was at the top of the stairs when I slipped, I had a glass in my hand that I nearly dropped, and Jon was not home at the time. He walked in less than five minutes later and found me sat on the stairs nursing my painful arm.
I cannot say why I slipped; I was not doing anything I considered dangerous, before anyone asks. :P I had begun to walk downstairs when I stopped, stepped back up one step, picked up a glass to take downstairs, lifted one foot to continue walking down, and my other foot slipped. Where was my mistake?
I must have whacked my arm on the bannister somehow, and I landed on my butt on a wide step (not saying my butt is big or anything, but the step I landed on is wider than most of the others). My hand hurt, too, at that time, but I have no idea why.
The bruise looks better than expected now, but, in true fJ-style, it will probably last a fair while and cause me pain at unexpected moments. It makes my arm look lumpy.
I think the stairs are out to get me...;)
