BUT.....the rug slipped out from under me and I landed on the metal edge of the shower track on the tub. I heard the noise and before the pain set in, I said out loud "NO!" I heard my ribs crack. My mind raced wondering how I was going to stand in high heels while speaking each day for a few hours let alone carry boxes of my books into the venue.
I managed and no one noticed. But when I got home and relaxed later that week, the pain intensified. Funny how that works.
I was excited to be featured in Chicken Soup for the Soul's Newsletter at this event. I was selling my books as well as the Chicken Soup ones I have written a contribution.
Does one dumb thing lead to another?