CRASH

I am not a risk-taker with my body. I have a list of things that I will never do that includes bungee jumping and anything that involves dropping or being pulled through the sky. I haven't crashed skiing for YEARS because I stay in my "pie" formation most of the time. I don't do roughhouse play with my kids or with Gaupo. I am not clumsy. I have only ever broken one teeny tiny bone-one found in my left ring toe. No surgeries (except for wisdom teeth). Hardly any sprains, twists or bruises.

Why am I like this?

I hate pain.

Pain is my enemy.

Pain causes me to 1) throw up and 2) faint.

The day after I broke that little toe I passed out cold and then spent the rest of the day throwing up (this while getting to and from the airport and on a 2 hour flight). When the first real contractions started with Margarita, before the blessed epidural, I passed out briefly during each one. I always throw up during labor.

So imagine my complete and utter displeasure early this morning when, upon hearing Pedro stirring through the monitor, I groggily made my way out of my room and headed downstairs just to miss the first step and tumble the rest of the way down the stairs on my back.



Ugggggh. Slight shock to the system.

I cried out for Guapo and he came just in time to hold on to me while I passed out so I didn't slide there rest of the way down the stairs.

The left side of me is pretty banged up-my ankle, my elbow, my neck and my "pompi" (Mexican slang for tooshey) are all pretty sore. But, I am feeling very grateful because it could have been much, much worse!