i can't fly

Like Lazarus I have returned.

As I indicated in this post I had lost my blogging mojo.  A short break and time to reflect has helped me to see that there is enough reason to continue and most of those reasons are to do with how KATcapers records the 'me' that my girls will appreciate having insight into in the years to come.

That being said I have a slight handicap when it comes to blogging in the short term....I had a bit of a fall the other day (that may be an understatement).

I fell down our new front steps...see below image for the scene of the 'incident'

Somehow (I'm at a loss to explain how), I stepped out of the gate at the top of the stairs, closed it, went to turn and walk down the stairs and fell. 

There's 10 travertine stone steps.  I did a rather bad impersonation of a bird (more like a flightless duck) flying down about 7 of them.  Somewhere at the bottom various parts of my anatomy made contact.

The bruising and gash on my left shin suggests it hit about step four, my thigh got up close and personal with step three and my left arm did an admirable job of protecting my head, making contact at step one before I bounced down onto the concrete paving at the bottom of the stairs.

My screams of agony drew the attention of my lovely neighbor who stayed with me whilst an ambulance was called.  There was copious amounts of screaming and at this point the impersonation was more a dead ant - rolling around on my back clutching my leg with my good arm and holding my left arm protectively up near my boob (when people tell you that you KNOW when you've broken your arm...they're spot on!).

43 years and this was my first trip in an ambulance that didn't involve a child.  That green pipe thing is GOOD stuff!

A few hours of agony ensued masked by copious amounts of laughing gas and a few jabs of morphine (at least I think that's what it was).  X-Ray confirmed a broken arm (just below the elbow).

By 7pm I was being collected by Saint Mike and the wide-eyed KATs who were quite unsure what to make of mummy in an emergency bay bed.

I've been greedily consuming panadeine forte for the pain and haven't made it out of bed for any length of time as falling down a flight of steps creates pain and tenderness in pretty much every bone in my body!

The bruises are emerging and are a technicolour testament to the fact that I can't fly!!!

oldest KAT thought it would be amusing to show you this shot:)  I'm not sure what's worse - my facial expression, my enormous boob or Sally in her favourite position perched on my chest!

It could have been much worse.  I'm lucky I was acing forwards!!  This also means that I had a nano-second to see the bottom of the stairs approaching knowing it was going to hurt BADLY!!!

My bed rest will hopefully give me time to post some more, although hen and pecking with my non-favoured right hand is not very efficient....

Anyway, I'm glad to be back, to appreciate my forum for sharing the me that I don't always appreciate as much as I should and for knowing that my posts are appreciated (including by the non-commenting relatives that read!!)