Since the life explosion otherwise known as Evan's almost 2 week freshman year of college happened I haven't been able to sleep much. I'm so tired that I collapse into bed and fall into an instant coma like sleep but after 3-4 hours I am tossing and turning and my mind is racing again. Last night, praying for a different outcome, I crawled my weary self into bed at 8:40, thinking I would watch television for a while. I made it to 9. I think. Might not have made it to 9. By 12:30 the unable to sleep- fitful bed thrashing part of the night was in full effect. Once I looked at the alarm clock around 5:30 AM I just gave up and lay there waiting for 6, which is when I get out of bed to shower. Around 5:55 I heard the distinct sound of someone falling down the stairs. I leaped out of bed, ran to the stairs, and no one. I did a body check, and everyone was still asleep in their beds. So strange! I tried to figure out what if anything could sound exactly like someone falling down the stairs. Then 25 minutes later I was dressed, Josh was in the shower and I went downstairs to let sweet pea out. But I didn't make it to the bottom on my feet. Just over half way down one foot slipped and shot out in front of me causing me to go practically horizontal and slide down the stairs on the small of my back. It seemed to take a long time and I had these thoughts on the way down:
THUMP THUMP - my butt muscles are clamped up and rock hard, that makes injury worse
THUMP THUMP - this sounds just like the fall I thought I heard this morning!
THUMP THUMP - where the hell is the bottom
THUMP ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch
OH MY GAWD MY BACK IS KILLING ME
But more importantly, did I just predict the future? Because if I have a new psychic skill set going on I want to embrace that and use it for the good of humanity and my own personal lottery number.
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