You know all that balance work that the little bastard makes me do each week?
Well, it's NOT helping!
I took a personal day today so I could get Estes' pedicure done. Sent an email out to work letting them know I was taking a personal day and then promptly fell down the stairs.
Yep, you read that right. I took a personal day and then fell down the stairs, not fell down the stairs so I had to take a personal day. Really?
I think it would have hurt less if I'd gone ass over tea kettle, but noooooooo my foot slipped out from under me and I landed flat on my arse and bounced down a million stairs, dropping my laptop in the process. Laptop's okay. My back is not. I felt the impact move up my back to right between my shoulder blades. I displaced a vertebrae in my upper back after Digger was born by landing wrong on a shoulder roll. On occasion, it slips out. Today, it had help slipping out. Sucked.
However, I was on my way to go see Estes, so I threw down a handful of ibuprofen and went on my merry way. Who needs to be able to breathe? Not I.
The drive sucked.
The cold sucked.
Seeing Estes sucked less.
Getting some Estes loves made my day better.
At least until the ibuprofen wore off :)