Storytime y’all! I started typing this out yesterday and got tired of typing with one hand. Instead of going back through and editing it, we’re going to pretend it’s Monday. Cool? Cool. Let’s continue…
Happy Monday y’all! I hope that weekends were wonderful and that Monday morning blues aren’t too bad. Another week, another chance to do great things and another chance to make peace with my staircase. Yes, I said that. Yes, the title is correct. There was this one time, this weekend, that I fell down the stairs. Let’s just say that it didn’t end well, but I don’t want to get ahead of myself.
I was originally going to show you adorable pictures of the fun we had this weekend not doing too much. I’ll still show you pictures, but instead of talking about what we did, we’re going to have storytime. Here are some pictures of fun things we did.
Playtime at my parents’, lunch with friends, daddy’s back from Germany, walks with the pups, fun at the dog park and more! Nothing to crazy and exciting, so let’s get down to the interesting part of my weekend.
It all started Sunday morning just before lunch…
We were relaxing on the couch talking about lunch plans and errands that we wanted to run. We were in the midst of laundry and our sheets had just finished drying. As Chloe woke up from her nap on her daddy, we decided we would make the bed, go to lunch and then Target. Super exciting plans, I know. Unfortunately that didn’t happen.
I went downstairs to get the sheets while JP went upstairs with Chloe. We live in a 3 story townhome with switchback stairs, so when I turned the corner of our stairs, my right ankle rolled and slipped out from underneath me. (Yes, my right ankle is the one that I sprained back in February of last year when I was pregnant!) As I slipped my natural instinct was to reach out for the wall. When I did that, my left shoulder slipped out of socket and right back in. I ended up sliding down 7 stairs and landed on the tile on our first floor. My initial reaction was shock as I grabbed my left shoulder. Did I really just fall down the stairs? I’ve slipped more times then I’d like to admit, but I usually catch myself. This time was a full on fall. My tailbone can prove it!
I know it was a pretty hard fall because JP heard me from the other staircase and came rushing down to me. The adrenaline high kept the pain from being too intense at first. I called my sister and she told me to ice my shoulder and ankle for 20 minutes and call her back. After I got off the phone and started icing, the tears started flowing. I felt the pain come on as the adrenaline and initial shock faded. I couldn’t help but say why me? Seriously though, why is it always me? For a pretty coordinated individual, I am a complete and total klutz.
Clearly our afternoon plans got scratched. We ended up going out to Sugar Land to let Emily take a look at my body. It felt like I was in a car accident because everything ached. After she took a look at me, she decided that my tailbone was bruised and my sacrum/coccyx was rotated. Luckily, my shoulder only subluxed and didn’t fully dislocate. It’s quite sore and is mildly sprained, but should heal quickly. I’m currently in a sling to help stabilize and keep my ligaments from over stretching. The good news is that my ankle is okay! It was slightly swollen, but it went away after icing.
So there you have it. I fell down the stairs. And it was far from graceful. My poor butt. It won’t be the same for a while to say the least. All I know is thank GOD that I wasn’t holding Chloe. I’m a bit nervous and paranoid now, but I’ll get over it in due time.
Now tell me, I’m not the only one who has fallen down the stairs! Let me hear your stair incidents!
