Tonight, I fell down the basement stairs. Well, just the bottom 5 stairs. I had been carrying boxes of books downstairs all night. When I went to take down an empty picnic basket and a bottle of fabric softener, I was turned slightly and slipped on a step. I tumbled down to the bottom and hit the concrete floor on my left arm. Truck was already down stairs and he came running over and started checking me out. He was licking my arm, probably preparing to eat me if I died. Pasha was at the top of steps crying. I laid there for a minute, trying to figure out if I was alright. I was immediately sore, but I could move my arm around, so I thought I was okay. After about 30 minutes, I could not lift my arm or straighten it. Now if I move at all it hurts. I made a sling of out some fabric. I hope it is just badly bruised, but right now I just want the pain to go away.

Typing with one hand really sucks.