Apparently it had been too long.  Three years doesn’t seem too long to me, but my body thought so.  I thought staying out of the Emergency Room was a great idea.  My body and the stairs disagreed.

I’m not really sure what happened.  I think I missed a step, and that changed everything.  I went from being upright to rolling around on the ground.  I went from normal pain to intense and localized pain.  I went from not thinking about crying to hoping tears would bring relief.  I also added a few leaves to my hair.

I spent a little more than 4 hours in the ER I avoided my entire growing up years.  I saw a doctor for about 2 minutes and a nurse twice for about the same amount of time.  I have an air cast/splint and two crutches to show for it.

Getting through a few airports tomorrow is going to be a new adventure.

photo courtesy of cavale