
I have never been terribly uncoordinated, but on the same note, I guess I am not too coordinated either. Last night I fell down the stairs. I was heading down the stairs with the laundry basket in hand. I had just come home from work and was still in work attire - i.e. heels. My heel caught the top step and down I fell. I wish I could say that I took the fall gracefully, but the walls, steps, laundry basket and finally the wood floor at the bottom would tell the story different. Both ankles hurt, my elbow and knee were skinned, and my butt hurt. Maggie heard the crash and came to see what happened. Of course, as I am laying on the floor, in shock, Maggie's motherly instinct kicked in and she felt like she needed to protect me. As I went back up the stairs to remove my shoes and catch my breath on my bed, Maggie followed and stayed right by my side. Sometimes (just sometimes) I think she is a great dog. (Other days, not so great, i.e. when she jumps the fence because she is scared of a little storm - ok it was a big storm with lots of wind, lightening, thunder and rain - but either way, she jumped the fence.) Immediately after, I could already see the bruises forming around my ankles where the straps to my heels were. I think that I sprained my left foot/ankle. I kept my leg up and iced last night, but the extensive damage was evident this morning. I tried to get out of bed and every muscle in my legs and back ached. My ankle was swollen, not as swollen as Phil's when he was stung by the hornet(s), but swollen enough so that I couldn't wear proper shoes to work today. Here is a picture of my handy work on wrapping up the injury. I know, Phil, you would have done a better job. Wish you had been here to doctor me up. Or at least kiss it better. Amazing how kisses heal everything. Sierra, Savannah and even Sydney would say that kisses are the best medicine. Needless to say, I will not be running around the house with my heels on anytime soon.