89 ... Tuesday ... Fell down the stairs head first, bounced once, flipped over and landed at the bottom of the steps. Luckily my phone was in my back pocket so that I could dial sister-in-law and 911. Was in the hospital for 4 hours getting catscanned. Left lung is bruised in two spots (from my ribs banging into them), but it only hurts when I breath. Luckily, I haven't had to cough or sneeze yet. Doc warned me it'll feel worse than the fall. Yeah, looking forward to that. 5 bruised ribs. Bruised spleen. Bad sprain of my left wrist. Badly sprained left ankle. Wearing a boot until the swelling goes down, it's a little smaller than the size of a volleyball. Vinney gets rid of crutches, Joe's gonna borrow them for a couple of weeks. Other than that, not a scratch on me.
On the plus side, it's not my driving foot. And I'm right handed, not left.
Ya know that feeling when the wind gets knocked out of you and you can't catch your breath? Yeah, it was like a minute of that. As I'm laying there I was thinking, "Well you really f'd up this time." I truly thought I was a goner. Thought I broke my back, but all is good there.
Bitch of it is, I have to go to work tomorrow. There's no getting out of it. Too much going on.
M'F'er, what a day! But not nearly as bad as yours, Vinney. Sorry to hear of your friends son.