Weird how the stairs just seemed to reach out and suck me into their vortex. I fell backwards on the threshold of our laundry room to dining room and grabbed out to the door frame to stop my fall. By grabbing for that doorframe my body fell toward the stairs rather than straight back onto the laundry room floor. Once the stairs saw me coming they just drew me on into their wicked maw and down, down, down x14 steps I went.
I'm fine but Cro was a worried mess trying to convince me that he was going to take me to the emergency room immediately. That sweet man's eyes had watered up with tears and I could see him visibly shaking with worry. So after the normal "No, I'm fine. Just let me catch my breath. No, just let me go back upstairs and look at it in the bathroom mirror. No, just let me wash off the blood and see how bad it is." I finally relented and away we went to the emergency room. A few uncomfortable hours later (they made me wear a stupid neck brace right away) they stitched me up (four stitches), did a cat scan to learn that I didn't fracture my skull, and let me go (after paying a $200 insurance co-pay).
Anyway I think I'll not be going to work tomorrow but other than not being able to open my eye and a little dizziness and vertigo, I'm fine.
Funniest thing is that I was pleased that I'd lost my lunch (I know, ew) sometime in the aftermath and so dingdingding! I win. No food for a day without needing willpower.
|Here I am fighting the neck brace which gave me a double chin in the pic. Ew!|
|And here I am with clean (non-bloody shirt) and my eye has started to swell.|