and then she tumbled...

So for those of you who haven't heard, I sprained my ankle. Pretty badly. It's a total bummer. The way in which it happened is pretty silly and further emphasizes the extent of my clumsy behavior. I fell down the stairs. Yes. It's true. I really did that. Who does that? Well, me. I do that, apparently. In my defense I had the flu and the combination of flu medicine and slippery wooden steps made for a disastrous duo. After I fell, I screamed and Dan came a runnin' and immediately assessed the situation. He made sure I was o.k, looked at my foot, got ice and found the nearest hospital to our home. He carried me to the car and told me to keep ice on my foot the whole way. I listened. We got to the hospital and he carried me into the E.R calling for a wheel chair. Once I was safely seated and checked in, the pain soon turned to laughter. Here we are, cracking up laughing in the waiting room of a hospital, people starring at us as if we were a pair of lunatics. The nurse called my name and I went into the back room where she checked my vitals. When asked what happened, I let out a laugh and responded, "Well, I fell (giggle) down (giggle) the stairs (giggle.)" I tend to laugh and make jokes when a.) I'm uncomfortable and b.) I'm in pain. Goodness gracious, what's wrong with me? After a few x-rays, an ankle brace and a quick lesson on crutches we were done at the E.R and on our way home. We stopped at a delicious local Mexican spot and grabbed some grub to go. I'm pretty sure I found my new tamale hub. What can I say? Me gusta tamales! :)

What has this event taught me, you ask? Well for one, don't fall down the stairs. And two, I'm one lucky gal. Alright, so maybe I already knew that but this was a nice little reminder. ;) Dan has been taking the best care of me and I appreciate him so much. Not only has he been waiting on me hand and foot but he's been cooking me breakfast/lunch/&dinner, doing laundry, cleaning, washing dishes and calling to check up on me. All the while, working. Where did this man come from? Oh yes, Montana. I swear, there is just something really special about these country boys! ;) Number three, it's o.k to laugh at yourself even when it hurts or when you're embarrassed. Turning an awful situation into a not-so-awful situation is tough work but at the end of the day, I'd much rather be the lunatic laughing in the E.R.

xo, michelle