Today I was lying in bed around 8 am, asleep and dreaming. In my dream, my mother had just said, “Will you get that?” of the telephone. In the real world, our telephone began ringing. (cue spooky music)
I jumped out of bed, startled from sleep, and ran smack into the end of the door.
So I fell down, utterly stunned, one toe and one knee feeling afire, and my hip and elbow none too pleased to have just taken enough weight to create a HUGE thud that must have resounded through the house. (Okay, I weigh 140, but seriously, that much weight with that much momentum? THUD!)
The phone rang happily on, unaware of the fact that I was lying stunned on the floor and wondering if all my pieces were attached and if I could get up.
My eventual first attempt to get up stupidly involved putting weight on that elbow that had just kept my head from smacking the floor. I whimpered and decided to lie there a while longer.
When I did manage to get up, I limped downstairs to the bathroom for first aid supplies, because by toe was bleeding. Because I was still rather in shock, I peed before taking down the first aid kit. Then I dabbed triple antibiotic ointment on my toe where the door had taken all the skin off the top, wrapped a bandaid around it, and then went in search of ice for my elbow, which was already turning purple. Then I hobbled back upstairs and collapsed on the bed with my elbow propped on the ice pack.
Oddly enough, I don’t think the hip is going to bruise at all. But my toe still hurts quite a lot, and the elbow won’t be leaning on any tables for a long time.
