So, being the graceful, athletic, coordinated woman that I am, I slipped this morning on my back porch steps. There aren't very many, I think 4. But the wood was slick and I guess those shoes don't have great tread. I had my purse on my shoulder and my laundry basket on my left side.
It happens in an instant, I understand how it happens when you're old you worry about broken bones and such.
But my left rib cage is bruised and I can't get my purse up on my shoulder. And turning my body makes me hold my breath and exhale hard when I come back.
Matt is supposed to come help me finish my fence gate tomorrow. I'm not sure I'll be much help.
Dear God, fast healing, please! Amen.