Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Willow. One night, Willow really had to pee. So she got up and started to walk down the stairs in the dark. Willow missed the last couple of steps and landed with a SNAP. Willow sat on the floor. "Ouch!" She cried. She thought about calling out to her mother and father, who were upstairs sleeping peacefully. But she decided not to. "It's just a sprain," she thought. "Or just a bump. It'll go away."

It didn't go away. In fact, it got much worse. Willow called her father at work and they took a trip to the magical hospital.

The great wizard, Doctor Somebody, told Willow that she had broken the fifth metacarpal in her left foot.

Moral of the story: turn the damn light on when it's dark!

Looking on the bright side of this extremely painful situation, though, I did get to be pushed around in a wheelchair and a rollybed. My foot was a pretty shade of periwinkle that matched the curtains in the hospital, too! And my mom and dad took me and my little sister out to eat at my favorite restaurant.

This is my first broken bone. I'm 25 for cryin' out loud! Why the heck am I breaking bones now?! Shouldn't I have gotten that over with when I was little? Or at least waited until I was, like, in my 80s or something? I've got crutches and they're a LOT harder to maneuver than I thought they would be! I'm on pain medication until Monday when they wheel my invalid ass in for surgery. I might have to have a metal pin put in my footsie too! That's not a little scary or anything...

Well, I'm off and up out for now. These meds are kicking in with a vengeance and I'm more than a little drowsy right now. Who here has broken a bone(s); raise your hand. What was it like for you? I know that I can't be alone in my gracelessness.