It’s been a busy weekend. On Thursday, I managed to fall down the stairs at 2 a.m. No, I wasn’t drunk. I was half asleep and responding to the cries of my 2 year old daughter. My foot missed a step, and down I went. It was odd, as my body hit the floor and every part screamed with pain, I couldn’t help thinking; ‘I really hope I didn’t wake up Alicia.’ But alas, she came bounding down the stairs to see if I was alright.
Short story, a (as Dr. Cox from Scrubs would put it) haaaayyyyoooojjjjaaahhh bruise on my ass, and a broken wrist with other assorted aches and pains in my body.
In summary, becareful you go down the stairs slowly at 2 a.m. in the dark you’ll find there is really nothing to hold on to as you tumble down into the gates of hell.
