WHAT GOES UP, MUST COME DOWN
I fell down the stairs last night. Not ALL the way down the stairs, just about five or six stairs.
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "she is a walking disaster," and really, I'm beginning to believe that myself!
As I'm falling, I'm thinking to myself, "Michael the PT is going to die a thousand deaths when next I see him if I screw this knee up any more than it already is."
I'm not sure what, if anything, I've done to my knee. It was sore when I got up this morning, but it's sore every morning. So, who really knows.
I do know that I banged the crap out of my left forearm.
Seriously folks. I think it's time I begin to live in a bubble!
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "she is a walking disaster," and really, I'm beginning to believe that myself!
As I'm falling, I'm thinking to myself, "Michael the PT is going to die a thousand deaths when next I see him if I screw this knee up any more than it already is."
I'm not sure what, if anything, I've done to my knee. It was sore when I got up this morning, but it's sore every morning. So, who really knows.
I do know that I banged the crap out of my left forearm.
Seriously folks. I think it's time I begin to live in a bubble!
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