That First Steps a Doozy!

It has come to my attention that I am not as young as I used to be, or as I seem to have convinced myself I am.

Saturday night I headed to my neighbor's after work for another neighbor's birthday extravaganza.  These particular festivities happened to include a moonbounce.  Yes, a moonbounce.  No, it was not a child's birthday party.  S turned 38 this weekend.  So, I partook in the moonbounce fun and pulled a few muscles in my lower back.  And, that was just the precursor!!!  

I woke up Sunday feeling rather lousy, but I ran a few errands and went to lunch with Sir R.  We ran into J&J at lunch and joined them at a bar down the street for a couple drinks.  This was quite delightful for a bit.  Then Mrs. J got up to head downtown to see Blondie & Cheap Trick.  Sir R and I decided we wanted to go too.  Once the decision was made we got up, paid the tab, and decided to go out the back by way of the basement.  I have only been out this way once and I am not familiar with the terrain.  I'm sure you can begin to guess where this is going.  I turned the corner in the very short, pitch black hallway, made one step forward as I was switching on the light and there was no longer flooring beneath me.

I am going to take a brief moment to be serious.  Had there been light, well maybe I wouldn't have fallen at all, or maybe I would have broken my neck because I would have tensed up.  I tumbled, unlike any tumble I have taken before.

I rolled over and over down an entire flight of stairs.  Once at the bottom I found myself sitting in drywall dust and dirt with a filthy wound on my right shoulder (more like the nastiest rug burn I've ever seen, my skin is completely rubbed off) and what is going to be an epic bruise.  My back started throbbing more than it had been.  This all happened in a span of maybe 15 seconds.  Then I hear Sir R on the steps.  "Yes, Sir R, I'm okay.  No, Sir R, I don't want to move right now."  So I sat there trying to get dust out of my hair and off my shirt.  Needless to say we didn't go see Blondie.  Partially because I was having trouble walking and partially because lawn tickets cost $35.

Ugh...what a hot mess....