Yes, go figure, was walking down to my basement, on old wooden stairs. Our house is 100 years old, and so are the stairs.

So, took one step and boom, down I go 10 feet into the basement. I live alone, so it took my dog barking to wake up my sisters dog upstairs for her to come down. Once all the dust cleared, and surveyed the damage to me, decided to go to the hospital. Ironically enough, had a fill scheduled for today, so I decided that since the fill was in the hospital, I would get everything looked at once I got there.

My surgeon did the fill, looked at the damage and told me to go to the ER. Thank God nothing was broken, but have gigantic, ugly red, blue, purple bruises on my legs, arms, thighs and abdomen.

This was the comment going around my family and friends today...."The stairs were fine when you were heavier, now that you are losing weight, the stairs break, go figure".

You just have to laugh it off. I had the fill and feeling that restriction, and with all the pain from the bruises, I am just floating on the drugs. I just had to post the irony of it.

Thanks everyone. :cursing:

It came across as a joke to the people that know I had the surgery, others just looked at me like "well you are fat". I didn't let it bother me. When the guys came to fix the steps yesterday, they took one look, and were like, "are you sure you didn't break anything?" They were big men themselves and wound up replacing 4 of the 8 steps and jumped up and down on them to prove they were sturdy.

So down I go to do the laundry, and for the first time ever, Rocky doesn't follow me, he just stands up there crying. I guess he saw me fall and now is petrified.

Awww what a sweet baby dog you have there. hope that you are feeling better soon, what a scary experience. Perhaps you have to coax him down with you, one step at a time giving him snuggles along the way and perhaps some treats to show him it's okay?