Okay. I Fell. Down. The. Stairs.

Can you believe it? Here I am, 39 years old – supposedly in my prime – and I fall down the stairs? What is with that? I mean, little kids fall downstairs and get boo-boos. Old ladies fall downstairs and get artificial hips.

But noooooo…I fall downstairs and get bruised from head-to-toe and shaken up like a frikkin’ martini!

Check out the bruise on my left arm:

owie!

And that’s taken right after the fall…it hasn’t even had a chance to fully incubate yet. There is a matching bruise on my right arm, my right thumb joint is bruised and swollen (how? not sure), my left foot is swollen and then the prize-winning bruise is on my bum. But I won’t post a picture of that one (although it is magnificent) because I just don’t need pictures of my naked bum on the internet, if you know what I mean!

The staircase in question (kinda helps explain the fall AND the bruises…):

they were wet, too...I had just watered the flowers upstairs on the deck

Anyway, I took homeopathic arnica and put arnica cream on all the bruises. Hopefully that will help a bit with the swelling, and I took an Advil as well (picked up quite a banger of a headache in the aftermath).

Wish me well!