Major Misstep

My good friends decided to set me up with guy who sounded great. So we made plans to go to dinner with our mutual friends, a couple, on a Friday night. I got all dressed, was looking good and headed out to my parking garage. With my BlackBerry in hand and purse in the other I started walking down the staircase when all of a sudden I missed a step and went flying. I landed on my left arm and immediately knew I was not okay. After a few minutes I was able to get up, but ended up driving myself straight to the emergency room instead of to dinner. Sure enough, I had broken my arm. My date was sweet enough to visit me in the hospital that night, along with my friends, but this was not the way I had envisioned our first date going. I had to have surgery since there were bone fragments that needed to be removed and the whole recovery took a couple of months. Now I always hold the hand rail.


