yesterday I fell down the last two stairs - and my ankle's broken. [[[ sigh ]]]

Funny thing is I had more of a productive day than I had in a long time, hanging photos, after eight months of being in indecision about curtain rods and all, I bought a pair and hung some valances...I also bought a table lamp.

going downstairs to get a lightbulb for hte new lamp, I fell off the last two stairs. Killed the evening at urgent care with my husband (right ankle can't drive).

This is going to push all my buttons of being so out of control, esp. not being able to drive for awhile ...

ugh ugh ugh

how ironic...I wonder if I 'created' this crisis somehow?