OUCH!

On Sunday afternoon, alone in our nearly empty house in MI, I fell from the top of a nine foot ladder and down a flight of eight wooden stairs. The ladder followed me down but, thankfully, landed on my legs and not my head. I went down the stairs on my back so I have bruises from my neck down to mid thigh. My right side escaped with only one small scrape and bruise but the left side must have hit the railing going down off the ladder and I am sporting several bumps, scrapes and bruises on that side. My left ankle is especially unhappy when I walk around.

Weird and fleeting thoughts that went through my head:

Oh great; these things always happen when I'm by myself with no phone.

How come on TV there's always something to grab onto?

Is this because I skipped church?

I think this happened in a dream once....

Wow! My glasses didn't come off!

Things really could have been a lot worse. If the steps had carpet on them I probably would have summer-saulted and been seriously injured. As it was, I was able to get up (slowly,) and walk away. Three quick release Tylenols made the drive back to Indy quite bearable. The real stiffness didn't set in until Monday morning and now I can take it easy for a day or two and begin to heal up. You can call me an optimist but I just say "God is good".