Wednesday, I was a little "off".
Not my usual super self....
When 5:30 finally rolled around, I headed to church. In a zombie-like state, I went through the motions of dinner and then helped wrap some buckets with paper (preparation for an upcoming conference).
7:30 slowly made the clock and I headed to a parent/teen meeting. As I sat in the meeting, I felt everything drain completely out of me. I had driven separate from the family, so I whispered to Jeff that I needed to go home.
I had my 70 pound backpack thrown over one shoulder and started down the 75 step staircase. On about the 3rd step, the backpack popped off my shoulder and landed in the crook of my arm. The force brought me down....down....down all 182 steps...one bounce at a time.
I sat up at the bottom, unwrapped my leg from around my neck and propped my back up against the wall.
I am not sure how long I sat there. Here was my thought process.
"I hope nobody saw that." As far as I knew, I was the only one NOT in the meeting. PHEW
"I'll just crumple right here until Jeff comes out of the meeting and then he can get me to the car."
"nope, I am sure the teens will come out before Jeff.....I am sure ANYONE will come into view before Jeff."
"oh crap, I hope I'm not on the security camera."
I have no idea how I made it to the car, home and into the shower.....crawled under a blanket in the rocking chair, went to sleep.
Then, Thursday came!
By 9:30AM, I was positive I had broken the right ass cheek.