Really Tough or A Big Baby

As Tracy and I were leaving from a visit to a dear friend last Friday morning, I noted that the janitors had just finished mopping in the apartment complex. We had to walk right through their freshly mopped floors to get out the front door, and I felt a little bad about messing up their work.  But just as we started down the front stone steps, my wet feet slipped and I fell down (a few steps) really hard. Ouch!  I had broken the fall with my right arm, and I honestly thought I had actually broken my arm! Tracy said he has never heard me scream like that . . . (and I didn't even know I had screamed). All I knew was that I could not possibly drive my car home.  Luckily, Tracy was right with me the whole time.  We went straight to the University Clinic for an exam and x-rays which revealed NO break.  It was just a badly bruised bone, which was surprising but Good News.  So, I am either just really tough or a big baby . . . because I really thought it was broken!