Kathi_S
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Today, I was walking down the stairs when I realized that I had forgotten my phone. I made I mad dash back up and turned into our bedroom just in time to collapse head first into my husband's dresser.
Poor Jack thought I'd fallen down the stairs. He went rushing down to check on me, couldn't find me, called out. I told him I was in our room, but again he went racing by me (I was on his side of the bed, lol).
Jack, in his state of panic is not always rational. He says things like "what are you doing here" "you were on the stairs" "we've g1ot to fix you" etc, etc, etc.
Meanwhile, I'm giggling. I know the seriousness of what just happened, but I also know that other than several bruises, an upset husband, and a dehydrated me everything turned out okay.
When my husband practically carried me down stairs to check my blood pressure it read 72/43.
So here I sit guzzling water.
Poor Jack thought I'd fallen down the stairs. He went rushing down to check on me, couldn't find me, called out. I told him I was in our room, but again he went racing by me (I was on his side of the bed, lol).
Jack, in his state of panic is not always rational. He says things like "what are you doing here" "you were on the stairs" "we've g1ot to fix you" etc, etc, etc.
Meanwhile, I'm giggling. I know the seriousness of what just happened, but I also know that other than several bruises, an upset husband, and a dehydrated me everything turned out okay.
When my husband practically carried me down stairs to check my blood pressure it read 72/43.
So here I sit guzzling water.