Yesterday I fell down my stairs.
I walked in...hands full...shoes wet from the rain and near the bottom, my lower back landed on the edge of a single stair. I believe after that some swearing ensued.
Good news is, I've only "deeply bruised" my tailbone as opposed to breaking my back, so that's positive. Bad news is, I sit in an office all day...so that's going to suck for the next few weeks.
The worst news is...I feel like a FOOL!
Anyway, I had to go to the Urgent Care clinic to make sure there was no crackage and I worked from home today in the classic Cleopatra-style...on my side...with slave boys hand feeding me grapes.
What's amazing about women (like me, oh how I enjoy generalizing) is their ability to still have messed up perspective on things even when they're in immense amounts of pain. I couldn't stand, I couldn't sit...I couldn't lay comfortably, and yet, here's what went down with Marie on IM today:
kara: phooey. i got weighed at the dr.s last night and almost cried. some more.
kara: seriously
Marie: i think when you bruise, you weigh more. that's my medical opinion
Marie: if you think about it, stair climbing helps you lose weight. so the opposite would be true that if you go down the stairs, you gain weight
kara: wow. how would you like to be my personal physician?
Marie: so if you fell down the stairs, you gain weight super fast
kara: NICE. yes, that has to be it. there's no other reason for it.
See? Effed up.
7 months ago