Falling or Failing....

If I had to pick either falling or failing, i can honestly say that i would rather fail than fall. and i can answer this because i have done both this past week.... so, my falling episode, this was the worst one yet, and that is saying something when you are talking about me. I trip over my own shadow, i trip if i think about tripping, even when stationary. So for this wonderful "trip" it begins with a simple chore of laundry. My grandmother's washer and dryer are located in the basement and there are a flight of stairs going down, a little landing, and then three more stairs off to the side you go down to get into the basement. I have gone up and down these stairs my whole 18 1/2 years of living and never had a problem. until the other day. I was carrying a huge basket of laundry and i got down to the little landing thing and turned to go down those last three stairs and just, ... forgot that there are THREE stairs there and just stepped off the first stair. i then Micheal Phelps-ed into the concrete floor scoring a perfect 10 for a lovely dive. And i got bonus points because at the bottom of the stairs is a rug, then 3inches of concrete and another rug, i landed on one knee right on the concrete! Pain i cannot describe to you. i landed so hard on my knee i split the skin. i started heaving and almost threw up, and just shaking. past crying pain, just lying there, not able to move, barely able to breathe and trying to hold off my grandpa's dog from jumping all over me, something i was not very capable to do... i would have hit my head hardcore if i had not dove head first into my clothes basket thank god. i almost died. so i mostly landed on my left knee, but the right one was not unscathed... so after five minutes of lying there i began to try to get up, which is not easy when u cant use your knees. so i get the laundry done and begin to try to hobble up the stairs and go to the bathroom and wash my bloody knees. and i cant let grandma know i fell, so i cant limp too bad... it was hell. and i still had to climb another flight of stairs to get to my room, then go back down to put clothes in ht dryer, go back up, and go back down to get them and go back up the two flights of stairs... just kill me now... so my legs, instantly bruised and swollen. terrible. i couldnt walk for three days. it was over a week age and my leg is getting worse, i am actually going to go to the doctor because i think i may have genuinely f-ed it up... i just recently did laundry and it happened like over a week ago... i was afraid to go down the stairs... i was getting really low on clothes... so ya, welcome to my life. im a gimp now... :(