I had the scariest experience I had in my entire life. A little over two hours ago, Mom and Dad had come home with groceries as usual and the dogs (especially Indie and Peyton) were going crazy. Well, Dad's knees were sore so it was between Mom and me to bring them in. I told her that I would bring them in if she would put everything away. I go inside with four bags of groceries and the dogs are running around and Dad nearly falls down in the front room. He drops to his knees and starts taking control of the dogs.
For my second trip into the house, I had three half cases of pop. I take them in and I can't shut the screen door because of the pop. As I'm backing out of the house, Indie decides to dart out of the house. I try to grab her but in the process I trip backwards. My right hand tries to wrap around the door jamb but it slips because basically there is nothing to it and I go down hard on the top step, right next to the edge. If I went back any further, I would have went down the stairs, either killing myself or ending up in the hospital. The first thing I do after I landed was grab onto Indie. Dad comes out, grabs Indie, and tosses her into the house. After he tosses her, he shuts the inside door.
I'm sitting on the porch, my arms are held up near my chest because I hurt them, my legs are also sore, and also my bottom, especially where my leg and bottom meet. Dad kneels down next to me and asks what hurts and what groceries are left in the truck. I tell him that I will get them and to give me a minute so that I could gather my thoughts. I was in such shock over having nearly gone down that I couldn't think about anything else. Suddenly I start crying and having a little bit of difficulty breathing.
From the point I started crying to when I calmed down must have been a good ten or fifteen minutes. Currently on my right arm, I have a big bruise, a small area where some skin was scrapped off, the outside part of my palm portion was entirely red, and the outer portion of my wrist is sore. On my left arm, I have a small bruise, and from the inner upper portion of my wrist two maybe an inch or two up my arm is red and a little sore. The fingers on both hands are half-way curled because they hurt and feel heavy. My right ankle hurts and my legs are sore if one of the dogs decides to crawl on top of my legs (which poor Kiki made me experience several minutes ago.
I am too scared to fall asleep because I'm afraid I will go through that experience again. Poor Mom and Dad are angry over what happened and are also upset that I experienced that. They were probably scared I was going to end up on the ground. I think Mom said something about wanting to catch me but it happened too quickly.
I know that it's a cliche and that what happened only lasted a few seconds but it felt like forever. Don't people say that your life flashes in front of your eyes when you die or are nearly killed? Well, if it does happen, it didn't happen to me. When I was going down, I only thought that I was going down those stairs and I was not going to be okay. If what I thought is my life flashing in front of my eyes then yes, my life flashed in front of my eyes.
In the end, I am just thankful to be alive.
