I had a slide down the stairs last night.
Well, more accurately, my body went down the stairs while my left hand, arm & shoulder remained securely at the top.
Ouch big time!
If I had had time to think, it would have been better to have released my grip because, if my padded butt had been left alone on its merry way down, nothing would be hurting today. Of course I might not have actually got down to my padded butt if I had not been so securely anchored to the railing at the top – and then we could all be talking about broken necks today.
The astro-dweeb had the final 5 minutes of his "beloved Lakers" game on tv, rudely interrupted, when suddenly, and very loudly, I appeared, basically horizontally, in his peripheral vision.
I am surprised that the shoulder did not dislocate and that my arm was not torn out of its socket!
It is surprising how painful a gash in the webbing of the hand, between thumb and forefinger, can be; and my wrist and entire forearm is stiff and sore.
But, the worst hurt is the entire section of pectoral muscle and breastplate right through the chest organs (I wonder if you can have a bruised heart) to the deltoid, the trapezoidal muscle and out through the shoulder blade. In this section I must have pulled every muscle and its myofibrils, every tendon, sinew and other connecting tissues, because it is so bloody sore!
I had intended taking it easy this weekend anyway to get rid of the last vestiges of jetlag but, even I realise, that this is a rather extreme way of getting out of using that new reel mower!
Proof the stairs survived my best efforts to put a dint in them: