Falling Down Stairs = Bad

Yesterday I fell down the outside stairs as I was leaving my apartment. It had rained but I thought that the tilted, tiny stairs would somehow be safe. Umm. Not my smartest moment.

I slid down about 6 steps on my posterior. When I stopped, I repeatedly told myself “You’re okay. You’re okay. You’re okay.”

I didn’t check to see if I actually was okay until much later.

I managed to save the homemade pico de gallo I was carrying, along with my DSLR camera. (Hey, I know what’s important, right?)

I ended up with a lovely bruise on my rump and one on my arm. I’m still a bit sore, but I’m sure it will be gone soon.