I fell down three cement steps yesterday - but it felt like a million. I pretended it was the ice that made me slip but, if I had to tell the truth, my right leg forgot what to do, just for a second. That second was like one of those dreams where you're falling and you wake up right before you land. All slow motion and almost gentle - but, then I landed. On the hard cement, on my right side. I have a bruise the size of Spokane on my hip, another shaped like Dallas on my right arm, and my right hand feels bruised but, it's not any of the peacock colors that my leg so proudly displays. I had to meet with a client today and as I gingerly sat down she whispered "hemmeroids?" I was laughing so hard I ran my mascara. I guess hemmeroids could be worse but, falling down sure isn't my idea of BIG fun!