It started off well, but I got put in an unusual position when I slipped and fell. There was a little voice in the back of my mind telling me that this would not end well, but I kept going from simple inertia. I couldn’t stop. Next thing I know I took a hard shot to the chest and there went three ribs. That hurt. I head-butted to no avail. Then I took a hard shot (maybe two) to the nose and right eye. That split my nose all the way to the septum (11 stitches and I’ll never look the same again) and my right eye was swollen shut within moments. Then I hit the concrete head-first (I think that’s where the concussion came from but at that point I couldn’t say). After that it was just blood and pain and I lay there knowing it was over. I’d just had my ass kicked.
The worst part? Looking back up from my position on the ground, I could clearly see that I didn’t do one bit of damage to that staircase. Not one bit.
That was a bit over 4 days ago. The emergency-room doc was so impressed that his first act was a needle of morphine. Then came the lidocaine and he started stitching. Then the x-rays and a CT scan of the head. Today is my first day of really feeling like getting out of bed. I’m currently ugly enough to scare small children, but at least they gave me some decent painkillers.