CLUTZ!

After turning off my alarm at 5:30 this morning, I got out of bed and headed downstairs to check my computer for a possible delay at the bookstore. Most graceful Dara did not reach her destination. From the result, it is obvious that I was not yet awake enough to be descending stairs. I also failed to turn on the lights. (They're so bright in the morning!) Anyway, I missed the bottom step, landed on my left foot, then promptly crumpled to the floor where I sat whimpering till Daniel got there- then I moaned and groaned some more. Pitiful. He helped me hop up the steps and I was hoping the pain would start to fade soon (like it did the last time I fell down these steps), so I went ahead and started getting ready for work. No such luck this time. Instead of going to work, Daniel ended up taking me to the ER, where we waited around for them to tell me that my x-rays said that I had indeed broken a bone in my foot: 5th metatarsal. They splinted it, gave me a set of crutches, and told me to stay off of it until an orthopedic doctor clears it. So I get to spend the next few days propped up on the couch. Guess painting my stairwell will have to wait a while longer...