Oh. My. God.
I fell. And it hurt.
I cannot believe it. I walking up the same stairs that I have been walking up for the past 6 months. The same stairs that I walk up and down a dozen or more times a day. I suppose it was bound to happen. But the fact that it happened today; a day of bad Karma and bad luck - well it just hurt even more.
It happened in a second and at first I didn't feel anything. I just bounced back up and hurried my broken ass back to my room and started chatting with an instructor. Then it dawned on me...or should I say it dawned on my body.....that I had fallen UP ( yes, I said UP) the stone steps leading into my place of work. OUCH!!!!
My body becgan to protest. As did I. I cried.
I suppose the tears were a mix of pain and being tired. The perfect end to a perfect day *dripping sarcasm*. I'm done for the day folks.
I believe that the vending machine had the last laugh. I bought a bag of chips - my dinner for the evening- and as the bag was released it didn't drop. It just hung there mocking me. Bastard.
I will laugh about this tomorrow. But not today. Today I shake my head and hold my bruised and bloody knee.
*sigh*
