Last night I fell down my friend’s front steps (Amazon delivered a heavy box sometime after 9, right in front of the darkly lit door), leaving me going down about 10 concrete steps, head first. Two cracked ribs, concussion, contusions everywhere, and somehow I seem to have a softball under my lower left back, surrounded by deep purple lines. Of course the hospital I was taken to was outside of my zone. All the police were very nice, and I got a hug from my special case officer after whatever pain meds I was given via IV kicked in. I don’t know what they were, but I slept all Monday.
I guess this all counts as having been given a break, really.