Actually, I fell with the ladder, which I leaned against some high shelves in my garage and then gave way, pancaking against the floor. My ears were ringing. I have a big gash in my shin, and my elbow landed hard. All survived. But hips don’t lie. (Also, big butts cannot lie.)
It looks as bad as it feels. For four days, I’ve waddling around like a penguin, fantasizing about those walkers with the tennis balls on the legs. On the bright side, I’ve been showing the bruise to my disgusted nephew every time he turns around, so kinda worth it when you think about it.
