Oops. . .

So, I took a tumble up the stairs a few days ago. I didn't think much of it, besides finding it overwhelmingly hilarious. It's amazing to me still how clumsy I can be. After all, I try so hard to be graceful. And I feel like I succeed most of the time, until I run into a door jamb/table/wall, or trip over something. Then I feel so incredibly amused at myself and the entire situation. I've ceased to be embarrassed.

I've made it a saying of mine, "I've fallen so many times, now, that I've learned how to do it gracefully." And it is true, in its way. Most of the time when I fall down now it doesn't hurt, I don't get scrapes or bruises or twist my ankle or pull any muscles or even wrench my wrist. Well, most of the time.

Nowadays, I simply mutter my favorite expletive, moderatively loudly. "Damnit!" And then laugh. Just crack up, doubling over for minutes on end until I can see enough through my tears (of laughter) to get back up again.

It isn't anything new.

I tripped getting out of the car on Halloween. Landed on my butt in the grass. Good thing it was dark outside.

Don't get me wrong, though, I'm not overly clumsy, and yet I'm not accident-free either.

But my point of all this was to say that I think this time (damn stairs) I did hurt my wrist. I must have, in trying to catch myself on the top step, as I fell forward, overextended the muscle along my forearm. Or pulled the muscle, or wrenched my wrist, or twisted it, or whatever. In any case, it hurts. So much for writing, now. After all, only I would fall on the stairs and come out bruise free, except for straining my writing hand.

At least I scared some freshmen (who were walking ahead of me) in the process. That cheers me some. I could swear one of the two literally jumped four inches into the air.

Could have been worse.

I could have fallen on someone else's butt, like my sister did when she was a freshmen in high school. Oh yes, it could have been much, much worse.

*knocks on wood*

Just in case. :)