THUD!

This morning we were getting ready to leave for our day when I found myself crashing to the ground and I might add, it was very UNglamourous. The boys were ready ahead of schedule (that happens about twice a year), I had freshly baked muffins ready to go to our day long staff meeting and we were heading for the door when I noticed a light on in the laundry room. I was carrying the muffins in a ceramic bowl and I turned to go back and turn the light off. As I was approaching the laundry room doorway, my foot caught on some rolled up poster board that was lying on the floor. The slow motion feature of my brain kicked in as I was heading to the ground. In the split second I had, I was thinking about which part of my body was most important to save in the fall, coupled with the fact that I was carrying the muffins for everyone and I didn't want to break my bowl. I knew I didn't want to fall flat because my face would've bounced off the counter and I didn't want to turn because I really didn't want to hurt my back. So the next best thing seemed to be to raise the bowl of muffins up, balance them and fall to my knees. In the process of saving the muffins I realized (too late) that I had no hands available to help break the fall. So I crashed hard on to my shin, knee and still had a foot bent and caught in the rolled up, and very BAD paper. As I sat in stunned shock, I checked for lost muffins (only one hit the ground) and then tried to assess how hurt I was. Dylan was freaking out thinking I had broken things, but I sat there and said I was fine, I just needed a minute. I stretched out all the bent body parts and everything seemed to be in working order and I didn't feel too bad.
As the day progressed the pain set in and now I'm feeling the full effects of crashing to the ground at 38 (Praise God I'm not older than that!). The last time I really fell and did any damage was when I crashed down a flight of marble stairs in Turkey. I seriously cracked my tail bone in that one, but I didn't spill one drop of the water that I was carrying! Anyways, now I feel old and creaky. I think I broke a toe or two and I have a big lump on my shin and I'm nicely bruised up. I will reassess in the morning and determine if I'm bruised or in need of an x-ray.
Brendan wanted to know if he should tell people that I tripped over some paper and broke myself. Brendan is a funny guy.
I'm hoping to find relief with a muscle relaxant, some painkillers and an hour of American Idol.
Step safely people...