It came outta nowhere and took me down to my knees. Literally.
Those pesky curbs...I was too busy talking to take notice. I twisted my ankle, wrenched my back, jammed my left wrist and damaged my left knee. I was so hurt I just sat there, in the middle of the parking lot for several minutes. Chirping birds flew around my head and I started crying.
Husband called me Sweet Baby in a loving tone. He knew it was bad. I didn't even have a chance to try to recover on my own, and I went down hard. I swear, the earth rattled.
Rigor mortis has set in today and I am a crabby, hobbled mess.