I fell down the stairs today. "Skidded" is more like it actually. (anyone who lived with me in college will not find this surprising in the least) I fell/skid down 6 stairs and then just laid there on the floor with all of my empty grocery bags around me as I was about to go to the grocery store. No one was home so I just kept lying there. Then I remembered that I might possibly have an enormous bruise on my arse from the stair incident, so I skittered upstairs to rub Arnica cream on it to prevent a bruise. I did that 3 more times. No bruise! It still hurts like a mother though. I have a massive, and I mean MASSIVE, one on my left calf. I was telling Peter that I'm having a massage on Tuesday and I'm sure the masseuse is going to think my husband beats me.
Peter said "What's he gonna say? 'Did your husband punch you in the calf?'"
posted on Friday, August 15, 2008 10:19 PM