I can't believe I have done it again. No not that, you dirty minded boys!
You may remember, or not, that sometime ago I fell up some marble stairs and broke some front ribs.
This time I fell backwards in the bath tub and did the back ribs in, (just so I would even things up.)
My feet slipped out from under me and I was aware I was doing a horizontal levitation before crashing my right ribs into the side of the bath. Actually I was unlucky as I am so light I would have floated down except for the force of the shower water hitting me and speeding up my fall.
As I was descending, I realised I was wondering if this was "it." Would I strike my head and and crack my skull open and watch my braincell being swept down the drain, swirling in a mass of blood and gooey bits? Would I paralyse myself and just drown in the hot water, my time of death being concealed by the heat of the water?
I could imagine the b/f coming home and finding my remains all wrinkled by the running water and telling me I had aged quite noticeably since this morning.
Staggering quickly to my feet, I deduced I had done the ribs in, but wasn't in too bad a shape otherwise.
I cancelled the fun I had planned for the shower and dried myself with the warm fluffy towel.
Ice pack to the ribs helped diminish the bruising and the pain.
But the soreness cut in by morning. So I will just have to grin and bare it for a few weeks while it heals.
Fortunately, for me, it doesn't hurt to type, so I will be able to report to you all.
When the next door neighbour heard about me falling in the tub, she announced that perhaps I should think about a nursing home.
Over my dead body, that's going to happen.
Perhaps I should get some strong muscly young man to help me shower? Yeah that sounds like a plan.