You guys… what has happened to my coordination? Today I had to change the code on the garage door opener and as I was getting down the ladder, I just … stepped off? When I was still halfway up the ladder? Like my brain just said, that’s enough, we’re done here. And then I landed on the floor of the garage.
Last month, when we were camping at my parents’s house, I did the same thing. Got up in the middle of the night to go in the house for water (because we dry camp at their house) and just did a Peter Pan off the top step of the trailer and landed on the cement pad.
I’m fine, just a few dignity bruises. But seriously, what? Did something in my brain switch to self-destruct mode when I wasn’t paying attention? This does not bode well for my next decades of life. Eep.