The minute I spotted them at the Oktoberfest garage sale Saturday, I thought they would be perfect for displaying our old VHS tapes (I'm watching some of them for my class)...better than the cardboard boxes we have them in now, anyway. For $15, it was worth the gamble; I could always donate them back to the garage sale if they didn't work out.
One of the men carried them to the van for me, but I lugged them by myself down the stone path into the house and set them next to the stairs. Last night, Kendall helped me carry them downstairs, but I figured I could maneuver them into their final spot without assistance...after all, I got them out of the van and into the house by myself, right?
I think the problem was the rug...either the shelves snagged on it, or I tripped on it...no one will ever know. Whichever it was, suddenly I realized we were both falling. We landed together - it on my left shin, then my chin on it. The impact jarred my head, snapping my neck to the right as the rest of me hit the ground.
It hurt. I started crying...from pain, but also from anger and fear that I had really hurt myself. I was too busy, had too many things going on to be REALLY hurt. Gingerly, I rolled onto my back and took stock...although I hurt in several places, I decided nothing was broken. At worst, I'd given myself whiplash and possibly a Jay Leno chin.
Kendall handed me an ice pack, but I couldn't decide which part of me needed it the most - my shin, my chin, or my neck.
I ached all night, and today I'm still sore, but I was so relieved that I didn't see Jay Leno staring back at me from the mirror this morning and my shin doesn't have an egg swelling under the surface. My neck is a little stiff...just a reminder that to remain relatively healthy and fit, I need to learn to ask for help.