Ok, so you can tell I was on medication (I still am so pardon the randomness) when I wrote this and didn't tell the story. So here it goes...
We went to see Dana on our way out of Provo finally headed home from my grandma's funeral. Dana had some things for us to take to our house since she is spending Christmas with us, but is flying to LA to see our Aunt and Uncle first (we were going to be picking her up on the way home from our vacation in San Diego). Anyway, I had gotten the presents and wrapping paper and headed to the car where John was waiting (he didn't dare park because the night before when we did we got a boot... I hate parking in Provo!). Her apartment complex is dumb... you have to walk up stairs in order to go down more stairs to get to her apartment. I have said many times, "They're lucky someone hasn't gotten hurt on these stupid stairs." So I made it to the top of the stairs, I was wearing sweats since we were driving home and my shoe got caught on my pants. I was able to catch myself, but there was so much rock salt (but no ice) I continued slipping and there wasn't enough room on the landing for me to catch myself again, so no only did I fall however far it is from my face to the ground but add on or 5 more steps down. There was no one around so I just started screaming because I didn't know what was hurt or how bad, I just knew I hurt a lot. Just about every girl in Dana's appartment building came out from my screaming and Dana was right there and then yelling at John. People called 911 and we headed to the hospital.
Dana and John both feel extremely guilty because they weren't there, but I keep telling them that they couldn't have done anything execpt get themselves hurt anyway. So hopefully that made sense... I'm starting to get really sleepy again.
Thanks to everyone for the prayers, cards, well wishes, etc. I really appreciate knowing you all love and care about me. I appologize that there most likely won't be Christmas cards this year... no one wants this face on a Christmas card!