And I did a good job of it too. Amazingly my head and bones are not broken, but everything else I was carrying smashed to smithereens at the bottom of the stairs. Luckily they were old spice jars I was taking to the recycling bin. Somehow I just missed the step on the landing and Whammo! down I (and the jars) went.
It was a bit surreal. I had one of those moments when I could make a decision to either 1) hold onto the tub of glass jars and know for sure I would be a mangled wreck at the bottom of the stairs, or 2) I could drop the tub of jars with a guarantee they’d smash and try to right myself and minimise the injury. I took option two – but I still managed to bruise lots of myself including a dark, hard, ugly bruise covering most of my butt cheek, and a long bruise down my right arm. I strained my arm as well and it’s all tingly and achy.
That doesn’t stop me though – I am working on a very special necklace which showcases a stunning 18k gold, early 19th century ladies pocket watch with some really nice AAA grade gemstones. It’ll take me a bit longer to make it, with my tingly arm, but I hope it’ll be ready by the weekend.