Hitting the Bottom

I fell down the stairs Friday morning.

The toddler left her crayon box on the steps because God only knows why. I didn't turn on the lights and didn't see it.

I don't think anything is broken, but I'm pretty beat up. My left arm is has a foot long swath of rug burn that looks to be turning into a bruise.

I tweaked my ankle somehow so it's gone backwards in healing.

I don't remember hitting my head, I thought I stayed on my back, but there's a red welt above my temple.

My entire low back is one red welt, swollen and puffy. My back smashed the crayon box into smithereens.


Not pictured, all the little pieces of plastic trailing down the stairs.

The toddler was upset because the box broke. "I'll never color again," she sobbed.

I was in tears myself. Not just pain, but falling makes the fatigue worse. I don't need worse. It's the absolute last thing I need.

Spent the day resting, just couldn't rise above that fall, wimp that I am. Was shaky and unable to get warm for several hours. Appetite was good for breakfast and lunch, but then disappeared at dinner. Lots of heaviness in my limbs from the fatigue.