...Down the stairs, unfortunately. Richard and I were heading out the door to go see the new Indiana Jones movie (not at all a disappointment, by the way!) and I was running down the stairs in my new sparkly flip-flops when suddenly my feet were no longer under me. I landed at the bottom with one leg bent behind me and the other straight out in front. All I could do was suck in breath for a minute or so. Then the first thing I did was see if I could get my leg out from behind me. I was so relieved when I could - but then I started stressing about my ankle. I was scared to even try to move it because I was sure it was broken. But, no! It hurts like crazy and it's a smidge swollen, but it's fine! Actually, it's the other side of my body that hurts most today. The side I landed on when sliding down. I am gonna have some lovely bruises tomorrow. And I might not be plopping down on the couch any time soon. But I am so thankful that it wasn't worse. It really is amazing. My leg or ankle totally could have been broken.
Phwew. I think my heart rate goes up just thinking about it.