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So, how was YOUR morning?
I stumbled out of bed this morning, and headed downstairs to let the dog out. We are under water restriction where I live, and can only water 3 days per week - one of the days being today. I set the sprinkler up last night so it was ready to go, and all I had to do this morning was turn it on, thereby getting some watering in before work.
Let the dog out, and headed through the enclosed back porch to turn the water on on the other side of the house. The dog followed me - so I told him to STAY because I was just going to quickly turn on the water and head back inside. The dog, in one of his "selective hearing" moments ignored me completely and started pushing his way past me. I was on the top step (there are 3 cement steps leading down to the sidewalk) and lunged to grab him by the collar - I succeeded, but with throwing myself slightly off balance and the momentum of the dog I went off the top step like a felled tree, and caught the sidewalk with my chin, thereby knocking myself silly.
Managed to get up, and managed, barely, to get myself back in the house, leaving a trail of blood behind me, where I could lay down. Had to wait a little over an hour until the clinic opened. Felt a bit more stable by then, so drove myself there and got some nice stitches.
Nice way to wake up!
All in all, it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. I still have all my teeth, I didn't knock myself out and only got a mild concussion, I didn't bust my nose, and I don't have a face covered in road rash. My neck is also still in one piece. If I'd done worse damage, or had knocked myself out it could have been very bad - as I live alone and wouldn't have had anyone to help me. As it is - I drove myself to the doctor, got 3 or 4 stitches, my jaw hurts a lot, I have a headache, am still a little shaky, and my body is starting to feel sore all over. But I'm okay, and will be going into work shortly.
It's truly amazing to me how tough our bodies are - as hard as I hit I feel like I should have shattered into a thousand pieces. Instead, I've just got a raging case of the Mondays, and what will probably be a scar with a good story behind it.
Moral of the story - when going down stairs, try to reach the bottom with your FEET instead of your FACE.
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