I was headed down my stairs to the art studios on the lower levels this morning, Yogurt in one hand, morning tea in the other. And I took a wrong step and proceeded to fall elbows over ass down the entire staircase. I slipped on the first step and did not manage to recover myself until I was on the ground at the bottom of the stairs.
Now, I am not a delicate woman. The Universe gave me a very useful set of hands, good at making almost anything...and a decent mind to go with them. But as for my build, to be generous, I'm very Eskimo in construction. And not like Eskimo's themselves, rather their igloos. LOL!
So thanks to my rather unladylike skeletal bulk, I'm sturdy, and I rarely break anything (which is good because I fall a lot) But I am one huge bruise at the moment and I it's only going to get worse looking over the next day. It's almost comical (not quite). Watching me move is even stranger, I'm about as mobile as a boulder, at the moment. And one wrist is out of commission for a bit. Unfortunately it's the one on the side I draw with. So I have to leave off that for a few days.
I'll be back with art and fic naughtiness around Friday though.
Hugs!