Falling is not Fun when you are Forty

Yesterday, I had a fall to remember. I had made cinnamon rolls for Jinjer because it was her birthday. I dropped them off as we were heading to church. Her daughter let me in and said her mom was downstairs. As I was walking down their pergo steps singing happy birthday, my heel caught the lip of the stair. My feet stayed with my shoes, but my body was still in movement. Well, my birthday song went like this: "Happy Birthday to ... Ahhhhh!" I grabbed the the railing, kind of and held on to those cinnamon rolls. My shins hit the edges of those hard stairs and the rest of my body did a little contortionist move. Now, I did all of this in front of Chad, Jinjer, and their kids. Nothing like watching a chubby girl fall down the stairs! I think they wanted to laugh (but they wouldn't have) but I wanted to cry! I hurt so bad!! Chad came over and gave me a hug and said, "You can cry if you want Sal." I had already wounded my pride, but I didn't want to give in any more. As I walked out to the van, I had tears in my eyes. I told Chris what happened and he asked if I needed to go home. Well, as we sat in church, my legs were throbbing. I gave in and went home...iced my shins, took some ibuprofen, and took a nap. Today I am very sore!