I've never been exactly coordinated. I'm the gal who can trip on nothing. No, not my own feet - Nothing! I have been known to be so caught up in my own thoughts, or a conversation, or looking at something that I have walked right smack into a wall. I stub my toes more times in a month than I care to count.
Today, while leaving to get the Little Man off to school, I fell down the stairs.
This isn't exactly a new thing for me. I often trip up the stairs. Or slip down a stair or two. Once I even fell down the concrete front entrance steps at work. In front of several people. It wasn't a slip, or a slide, or a trip. That time it was a full on head-over-heels tumble. Resulting with me ending up sprawled on the ground at the bottom of those steps with a scraped up leg, a bruised elbow, and some hurt pride. That time was definitely worse than this morning.
I was preparing to dash out the door with coffee in hand, when I slipped. Or something. I'm not very clear on how this fall started. I just know I took a few steps and next thing I knew I realized I was pitching forward. Two very clear thoughts went through my head in about a half second flat.
1) Grab the railing!!
2) Don't spill the coffee!!
I think I grabbed the rail at some point, but my hand slid right off and I ended up lying sideways on the stairs in a rather crooked position. With some serious pain shooting through my right hip and thigh and all up and down the right arm. I had to take a minute to sit on the stairs and compose myself. While the pain subsided to a dull ache. All the while reassuring The Little Man that I was fine.
I did manage not to spill the coffee. Just splashed a little on my left hand. So, there's the bright side of the whole incident.