I fell down my steps today.
I mean, I totally wiped out.
My bedroom is in the refinished attic, with steep, carpeted steps. I usually am a beast at, like, flying down those steps without injury. Usually, being the key term. It didn't help that I was wearing slipper socks, with no traction at all.
As I hit the bottom of the steps, I couldn't do anything but lay there for a good minute and a half. My back, neck, head, and shoulders ached, and my arms were above my head. My left elbow burned, as did my right hand. I noticed that there was a tiny cut on the palm of my hand, which definitely hurt more than it should've. Then my left shoulder started sending sharp pains down my arm. I called for Sam, but she didn't hear me. It's a good thing I wasn't dying, no one would've come to my rescue!
I finally pulled myself up and made it to my parents room. I collapsed in their bed for the next hour and a half, until my mom finally came home and brought me Motrin.
It's funny to me that I fell down my steps. And apparently it's funny to everyone else who I tell. Doesn't this only really happen to little children or the elderly? I know it sounds silly, but it really did hurt!
Now, the use of my shoulder has limited movement and my back is stiff and sore. I feel like I was in a car accident, though I only have my imagination and hospital television shows to figure out what a car accident feels like.
In other world news, but to a some-what related matter,
I heard on the radio yesterday morning that BBC wants to officially rewrite the ending to the childhood classic, "Humpty Dumpty." They said it was too depressing and upsetting to children that all the King's men couldn't put him together again. So, in order to protect the fragile emotions of the little Brits and children around the world, they are petitioning to change the ending to......
...drumroll please...
"All the King's horses and all the King's men,
...............MADE HUMPTY DUMPTY HAPPY AGAIN."
Are you kidding me?
Apparently life doesn't shatter, and all stories end with a happy ending. Including the lives of children of divorced parents, incarcerated parents, murdered parents; neglected children, orphaned children, hungry children, and emotionally and mentally deprived children.
Let's ignore the reality of this very broken world and fill little impressionable minds with fluff and nonsense.
So what happens to Jack and Jill?
Do they sue the property owner for their tumble?
Do they move into the 21st century with running water?
Time for more Mortin.
Hahaha, I love that picture you posted of humpty. Such an odd tale. Nursery rythmes are so unrealistic, but I think that is the point. They try to make children not think of reality, and cling on to innocence. As for changing the nursery rythmes that are serious-esque...couldn't put humpty together again, should remain. I like the modern take on what Jack and Jill are up to? haha, not really. The old version is the best! It is real. You can not shelter children's emotions forever, and some children are not as lucky.
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