Saturday afternoon. We had gone shopping and I was putting away the paper towels. We buy them by the case at CostCo and store them in the laundry room in one of the cupboards. I was standing on my little stool and shoving the towels into place when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the broom start to fall over. Well, one of the cats was on the floor directly in its path.
So, I reach out and grab for the broom and when I did this, I lost my balance. My backwards descent was in slow motion. I fell on my amply padded ass, twisted my ankle trying to get it out from between the steps on the stool. Somehow, I also rejammed my right thumb. Oh, and I pulled something on my torso under my left arm.
Brian saw the entire thing. He wasn’t close enough to do anything when I fell. He came in and asked if I was alright and I just laid on the floor looking up at him. I was still breathing so I guess I was alright. I was pretty stiff yesterday and my ankle hurts like hell, but other than that, I’m okay. Well, my left leg kind of hurts.
I am glad we already had a chiropractor appointment for this evening.
And the kitty-cat was okay. As a matter of fact, I think that kitty-cat got out of Dodge when he saw me falling.
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