Note to self:

[lydy]

Do not fall down the stairs.

Again.

I am achy, my wrist hurts, my palm is swollen, and I have an amazingly large, dark bruise with swelling on my right ass cheek.  

Advil is one of the great wonders of the world.  

I can still knit, although I need to take breaks.  But that's a relief, you have no idea.

Comments

[conuly]

Ouch!

[green_knight]

<sends virtual arnica>

This sounds like excellent advice - hope you'll heed it. May the inconveniences pass smoothly.

[mrissa]

I concur, I have fallen down the stairs a lot and never once looked back on it and said, "I fell down the stairs! o the fun we had!"

[lydy]

LOL.

Oh, what fun we did not have.

[bibliofile]

Nor has any dying person wished that they had fallen down the stairs more.

[quadong]

Lydy! Don't fall down the stairs!

I feel like I read somewhere that the stairs are the most dangerous part of a house, surpassing other obvious candidates like the stove. Whether true or not, this is why I enforce the "I don't want to go to the emergency room today" rule whenever the kids get it into their minds to play on the stairs.

Hopes for a speedy recovery.

[lydy]

I thought that the bathtub was more dangerous than the stairs. I've taken bad falls both ways.

I will work on taking your advice.

[guppiecat]

It's a little early for a sacrifice to the stargoat.

[lydy]

Does it still count? I really don't have a lot of spare digits left. It's a _really_ impressive bruise: almost black, about nine inches in length and two in width. Also bruises on my elbow and palm. Or does it only count if I have to go to the ER?

[lydy]

Also, tell me the Legend of the Star Goat, again? It was so comforting, last time.

[guppiecat]

I pulled it from the old journal:

Once upon a time, there was a goat. It was fairly ordinary so far as goats go...except that it had once swallowed a piece of the sun (long story). Because of this, the goat was quite popular in the Winter when people needed a bit more light and warmth. Thus began the tradition of The Travelling Star-Goat.

During the holiday season, the Star-Goat moves from party to party, providing comfort to those who live in the Northern climes. His arrival is always welcomed, but there is a price. Every season, one person must sacrifice to the Star-Goat in order to guarantee the return of Spring (again, long story). This year, I am sad to report, lydy was called upon to give up her hand and have it eaten by the Star-Goat.

Let us all remember this come April when the snow finally melts away.

[lydy]

I heart you with the fire of a thousand suns.

[sonia]

Best wishes for quick healing and more comfortable knitting!

[thewayne]

Don't do that, we break to easily as we get older and it takes too bloody long to heal.

[carbonel]

I concur in the not falling down the stairs thing. It is a good thing to avoid.

I'm just glad that it sounds as if no bones were broken in the process.

Feel better soon. Advil is good, so is ice.

[bibliofile]

Ow! Hoping that ibuprofen, ice, and the beverage(s) of your choice will provide you with complete recovery.