Tony G is my coworker. He’s got an unspellable last name. He’s also a very good and humourous writer. But no one knows this yet. Check out his blog. Do it. Jerks.
I don’t remember much from the fall, and even less afterward, but here is what I’ve been able to put together:
When I fell, I reached out for something – anything – to brace against, but our shower doesn’t have any soap dishes or towel racks. I grabbed the shower curtain and pulled down with me. As my head ricocheted off the tiles I hit my knee against the lip of the shower, I rotated out onto the floor where I laid, wrapped in a moldy shower curtain, staring at the hallucinated stars on the ceiling.