Molly's Musings is for the random thoughts in life--some really deep, others very. . . Molly's Musings are meant to get you thinking, laughing or, preferably, both. If you leave this page feeling offended. . .well, you need to open up your mind a little and work on your sense of humor now, don't you? :-)

One of these days I will learn to FULLY listen to that inner little voice. I listen to it most of the time but sometimes. . .

We had some ice on Thursday and when I came home from work, I noticed that the steps were pretty icy and a thought popped into my head, "I bet it'll be slicker walking down them tomorrow wearing tennis shoes." I should have paid attention to that thought.

When I left for work yesterday morning, I went down the first set of stairs with no problem--they're mostly covered and were bone dry. I started down the next set and noticed immediately that there was ice and slowed down and grabbed the railing--but it wasn't enough. I think I slipped on the second step. All I remember is feeling like I was going bump-bump-bump, thinking, "Oh my God, I'm actually falling down the steps" and then stopping when my feet hit the sidewalk. I laid there a minute, pretty stunned, and debated on crawling back up the steps and calling in sick to work. But I got up as I didn't want to stiffen up and started limping towards my car. I'm glad I started walking when I did because I heard a neighbor's door open--nothing more embarrassing about falling then someone seeing you laying on the ground.

I skipped the gym yesterday because as the day went on, the more I started to hurt even though I was popping ibuprofen all day. I got home and started checking things out and saw some of the bruises. Now this morning, more bruises are showing and my entire body hurts. I feel like I've been in a car accident and have whiplash. Who knows how long I'm going to be hurting from this (the one bruise actually throbs when I stand up) and if I would have listened to that little voice on Thursday, it could have been avoided because I would have thrown some salt on the steps.

Note to self: pay attention to EVERYTHING the little voice is saying.

Until next time.