clumsy me

It's been a good weekend... save for the tumble. I was picking some stuff up in the hall, totally misjudged the location of the stairs - which is perfectly understandible since I have only lived in this house for two years - duh - and slipped down the stairs!! UGH. I hollered so loudly Britt thought I had fallen on my head.. nope. Luckily I didn't seriously hurt myself. As the day has worn on, I have become more and more sore. I grabbed on to the hand rail to stop my fall and now my arm and my shoulder hurt, my back hurts and honestly - my rear hurts!!! I fear the worst of the soreness is yet to come. blech. What a clutz! I got to thinking about it, and I have actually fallen and hurt myself several times in the past ten years. I slipped on some ice (ironically in the parking lot of the the ice skating rink) and twisted my ankle when I was pregnant with Elijah - scared me to death!!!... Then a couple of years later, I fell down the stairs at party city and banged myself up.. NICE.. thankfully I have never really hurt myself.
So.. I took ibuprofen.