An advance warning- I might get emotional here (then again, I might not…) its about something very scary that happened almost a fortnight ago now.
The day was a usual one at first… even managed to go to the cinema with jackyboy.
Then after speaking to mum on the phone before she came home from work… I really wanted a wee (yes this is important, bear with me).
I walk up stairs, had a pee, came out, washed my hands, walked over to the stair case with the intention to get on my bum and bumshuffle down the stairs… but unfortunately I didn’t get that far.
I ended up seizuring off the side of our banisters. If you’ve never been to my house… I seizure off an 11ft drop basically. I somehow came back round halfway through falling, tried to grap something to save myself, which was a bed sheet- so which was as my sister would say – about as useful as a chocolate teapot in a hot country.
You’d have thought that falling 11 ft would result in me breaking my neck- or worse- but NOPE. Luckily I escaped it all with a concussion, bloodclot bruise things (Apparently its an EDS thing) and a flare up day or two – and I honest to god don’t know how I didn’t do more damage.
I’m so SO lucky I didn’t do more damage I really am. It was beyond scary.
All I could keep saying to mum was “I fell all that height. I only wanted a wee”
I only wanted a wee and look what happened.
I only wanted a wee – and my body only wanted to fly. 11 ft.
Concussion was not my best friend, especially as I had barely gotten over the last one. Apologies if I messaged that night haha!
Here are my many selfies of the night and the bruises and swelling etc. I wish you got to see them in person-the pictures don’t do it justice!
It was scary but life goes on! Shit happens but oh well!
Love LanaLoo xxx