I fell in the tub (again). I lost my balance getting out of the bath, landing on the side with all of my weight on my upper arm and a string of obscenities following.
I love a hot bubble bath, but I hate getting in and out. Because my parents live in what used to be my grandparents' house, the bathroom is set up perfectly with bars to help you haul yourself out of the tub. No such luck in my apartment. And most of the time, I don't need it, but the trouble is I don't know in advance whether I'm going to have trouble.
It's strange how we can feel so good doing some things and, at the same time, have such trouble doing others. After I'd finished swearing, I proceeded to get ready for a Halloween party (I was a zebra) and then went out and spent three hours dancing. If I'd had to get up and down off the floor, though, I'd have had serious difficulty. I guess that's part of "invisible" illness: I look like I can do anything.
I am bruised and a bit banged up, but not so very bad in the end. Even so, I think I may stick to showers for a while.