Hooray for the ER

I had to make a trip to the ER - for myself - yesterday.

Why? Let me explain....

Every once in a while, my truly clutzy side decides to pay me a visit. It would seem the incident back in February where I kicked the door frame so hard I broke my foot wasn't sufficient... so it decided to come visit me again late yesterday afternoon.

I was standing on a chair, reaching for a wreath above the frame of our hallway upstairs. I've done this a million times, only to get down and go get the ladder because I'm just not quite tall enough.

Yesterday, the simple step down procedure eluded me... and I lost my footing and tumbled, face first, into the hallway. In the process of the fall, I managed to hit my right arm and bruise it... and I bit my lower lip. Initially, the thought was that I had bitten completely through my lip. So, my wonderful inlaws took me to the ER to get it checked out.

Upon close examination by a P.A., it was determined the external wound is a deep scratch caused by my teeth hitting the skin as I fell. The real damage is to the inside of the lip - which will heal itself in time.

So... the under the orders of the P.A., I am to eat soft foods and lots of liquids today and I'm expected to avoid extreme facial expressions. In short, ice cream for lunch sounds great, and I can't even smile about it.