Came across this interesting bit of information tonight while surfing the web. I’m so glad I found it because normally I would find out after the fact and find it necessary to get quite pissy about it.
Assuming it’s not raining or snowing or cloudy, I’ll be able to share this awesome sight with my awesome husband. Normally I do not see him that time of day because he is sound asleep. But this week his butt he will be up with me. And hopefully each day he will feel well enough to drive me to work. Normally I can drive my own butt to work. But this morning around 3am I came downstairs to get a drink of water (or something.) Normally this is not a problem due to the nifty night lights we have at the top, on the landing and at the bottom of our stairs. They are motion-sensitive and when they see me coming they jump up and down and sing You Light up my Life get brighter. Bad thing tho’, is that the one at the bottom casts a shadow on the bottom step due to the newel post being between the light and the actual stairs. I always have to be careful to make sure I’m actually on the last step. Normally I slow down when I get near the bottom to make sure I know where the floor is. Normally, I said.
This morning I did not slow down at the bottom. I thought I was on the floor when my left foot was on the last stair. So when my right foot came down, my heel caught on the stair and my foot did this weird twisty collapsing thing which explains the fairly loud cracking noise that triggered the nausea button in my tummy.
Long story short, a trip to the ER for X-rays which showed the broken bone and resulting in my nervous breakdown. having to wear an Ace bandage and one of those sexy-as-hell navy blue clod-hopper boot things with the come-hither Velcro straps. All the more alluring with the addition of crutches.
It’s all cool though. I got Percocet to keep my mind off the fact that my life, which couldn’t possibly have gotten any more sucky, indeed has.