Last evening I tripped over a rug in our family room. What ensued was like a slow motion train wreck. I started stumbling headlong like a drunk person, convinced with each halting half-step that I was going to regain my balance and get it under control.

But then my "C" gene crept in. "C" as in "Clumsy". I plunged into the wall and doorframe leading to the kitchen. First I felt my legs and arms scraping against something. And then my right side hit something. And then my face and right temple crashed into the wall. I rolled backward and could do nothing but lay there.

I knew this wasn't good. I have been in the midst of a fibromyalgia flare for a couple of weeks so my pain receptors were already on edge.

Okay, I've been playing this out pretty dramatically. But it's all true.

At 2:30 a.m. I awoke with my right temple badly swollen so I went to the ER. The nurse acted like I was ridiculous for being there. But the doctor was more understanding. I have seen Chicago's Hope and Gray's Anatomy enough to know that temple injuries can be fatal. I didn't want to leave my family. Not now. My fifth grade teacher's father was killed by a blow to one of his temples. 35 years later, I still remember her talking about that. I also remember her talking about taking part in seances when she was in college. She was a little different.

So, they did a CT Scan of my head. No skull fracture and, might I add, the doctor said that my brain "looked great". That really gave me a swelled head. I don't know if my brain really looked better than the average person's brain does but she implied that it did. There's something about hearing that at 3:45 a.m. that makes you feel good.

Anyway, I am stiff and sore today and I have a headache. But I'm alive.

And I'm concerned I might have broken a floor joist where I fell because the floor seems to "pop" there now when I walk over it.