It’s been a week since I took a tumble down the metal staircase of death.
I can’t feel a four inch patch of flesh on my shin, and it stings whenever I step down too hard. the moosh has the uncanny ability to land any and all sharp or hard body parts she owns on my left leg, for this I am grateful, it’s making me tough. GRRR. And it’s teaching me all sorts of creative covers for swear words.
How I didn’t break something is truly a miracle. I attribute it to the fact I had just gone to the Temple and was divinely protected. Because honestly?
I should be waaay more busted up than this.