Rough weekend

So far, I've injured myself three times. Wait, make that 4 times.

First time was yesterday morning, heading down the steps with Quincy in my left hand. I fell, of course. Both of my knees just buckled and I went down. Some part of my mind had the through to stretch out my left arm and set him down as I fell, rather than taking a chance on squashing him under me. As a result, both of my knees took the weight of my fall, and my right knee was torn up a lot worse than the left, which was only scratched a little bit. The right knee is still swollen this morning, and there was a LOT of blood. At first, it just looked a bit scratched, but after a couple of minutes, it was bleeding so much that it was dripping down my leg. I think that was mainly from whacking it on the concrete, and not so much from the scrape. It just kept oozing out.

Then later on, I caught him about to eat something bad off the floor, and when I reached forward to get him and remove it, I fell, and landed on my left hand, which tore open across that small pointy bone in the heel of my hand.

This morning, getting ready to go to my nephew's baptism, I attempted to curl my fingers instead of my hair. *rolling eyes*

More later... We're all going to be late for church, because it starts in 10 minutes and they haven't called to say they've left yet. Embarrassing.

Oh, I think I forgot that I whacked my elbow hard enough to bring tears to my eyes and whine for a while, while I was getting ready for church.

Now I'm tired, but M wants to take Quincy to his house to play with Sadie, so I've gotta work up some energy. LOL