I rolled over to turn of my alarm and fell out of bed! Normally this wouldn't be too much of a thing, but my bed is the top half of a bunk bed placed atop cinder blocks, so I fell about 3 1/2 feet, and due to being in the middle of sorting through and rearranging things, the lowest part of my back landed on a stack of CDs, my pelvis cracking the plastic case. It didn't hurt nearly as much as one might have thought.
But it did hurt.
1. Has gravity been a friend or an enemy lately?
2. How peacefully did you wake up today?
3. How high is your pain tolerance?
What's your living situation like? Do you live in a house, condo, apartment? With family? Boyfriend/girlfriend? Roommates? Alone?
What are the pros/cons?
Also, have you ever discovered anything about yourself while in your living situation?
If you live alone, did you find that you were cooking/cleaning more than normal? Ever since I started living by myself, I noticed that I can't get my apartment clean enough, I feel like I never have enough meals prepped for the week, and I realized that I go through eggs like there is no tomorrow. I buy the 18 packs, along with a carton of egg whites on hand, yet I'm always running out of eggs. How the hell do I go through so many eggs? I just don't understand.