The Fall...

Its only funny in hindsight, or atleast I think that's why everyone is laughing at me. Wednesday night I was suffering from a severe case of sleep deprivation, jet lag, and a preoccupation with some suprising and very interesting events that occurred the night before when it happened. Now you must know that I sorta have my nightime routine down pat and it consists of me turning off the lights in my living room and walking into my dark bedroom, past my bed to the nightstand where I turn on the tabletop lamp. I wish I could continue on with the wild and crazy adventures that happen once I get into my bed but that's not happening and that's really altogether another blog, isn't it? So back to Wed. night...Cell phone and charger in hand, I turned the light off in the living room and went into my bedroom. As I approached the bed, the floor flew out from under me. Ok, ok, I fell over my still packed suitcase (yeah Mom--I know!). Details, shmetails. Preoccupied and sleep deprived, I had forgotten that I left my Vegas suitcase on the floor in my bedroom. I mean it had only been there for 2 days (seriously Mom--I get it now!). Anyone that knows me knows that I'm no blade of grass so when I fall, I go down pretty hard. Several things happened at once; My left leg got caught under my suitcase, I shrieked in terror/surprise, my cell phone and charger flew out of my hand and crashed into the wall, as I crashed into my Hoover upright carpet steamer that was sitting against the wall. So as I lay there on the ground twisted up, groaning, and trying to figure out what the hell had just happened, my dog Lola comes to help me out by licking me in my mouth. Thanks Lo. The pain in my leg was awful, my fingertip was throbbing, and my toes hurt. I crawled to the nightstand, turned on the light and saw my darling magenta RAZR phone (I'm a consumer whore!) open and broken. My LCD screen was completely shattered and it wouldn't turn on. Being that I don't have a landline, staring at my only real link to the world in case of an emergency, left me fighting off small tinge of panic. I HATE not having a phone. Wanna know the kicker? I fell so hard that I scraped off the nailpolish on that throbbing finger that I told you about. A wounded pride and a ruined manicure. What else was there to do but go to bed?!

Its almost 2 whole days later and my left leg is totally bruised, my back is killing me, I'm limping around like an 80 year old lady and I still can't figure out why my right arm and my chin hurt. Luckily my new phone was delivered today and Rosanna performed some massage and healing touch on me at work, which left me feeling a bit better.

Its kinda like the fisherman who tells you how big his catch is and each time he tells the story, it gets bigger and bigger. People that I barely know have been saying, "tell me about your fall." The story has definitely made its rounds. Folks were in stitches but luckily, I wasn't!. Anyway, its the perfect ending to my less than stellar Vegas vacation story (another blog for another time!) So that's all I've got folks....I'm going home to enjoy some ibuprofen, a hot shower, and more than a few Young's double chocolate stouts.