86'n It

It seems cliche, but karma is a b*tch. Not sure if I ever mentioned it here, but we've been told that our stairs are slippery. Marc and I never felt like they were, so we just shrugged it off. Well....

We've had a minor setback here at the crack house: Saturday I was coming down the stairs in my running socks and fell. Probably on the last 4 steps or so. (Don't worry, I was not holding Franca.) I fell pretty hard though. It knocked the wind out of me and hurt incredibly bad, which is a lot to say for someone who has broken 5 bones and for whom childbirth is a recent memory.

I have a pretty huge scrap up my spine and the right side of my lower back is very sore. Marc, ever the supportive husband, said: Well, you know, even if you did crack your ribs, it's not like they do anything for that anyway....

We still managed to go hiking that day (more like a 20 minute walk near a stream), but I pretty much hobbled along. That night, medicated on champagne and ibuprofen, I even danced at a prom. I was even feeling ok until I showered the next day and re-injured it while toweling off.

The worst part is when Marc was inspecting the stairs and found this:

Yes. My elbow made that horrible dent in hard,100-year-old wood. We have no idea how my elbow is not broken, (because that, you know, they actually do something for).