(loud thumping noise)
“What was that? What happened?
“I just slipped on the stairs. No big deal.”
“Oh! Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I spilled water all over. I’m sorry.”
“Oh my gosh, are you SURE you’re okay?”
“I’m fine. Really. It’s okay. Let me get something to clean up that water.”
“You don’t have to do that; are you sure you aren’t hurt?”
“Nope. Really. I’m fine.”

You wanna know the funny thing? I wasn’t really lying too much.

And yet, for some reason, I am petrified of hurting myself. I have this terrible fear it’s going to hurt A LOT and I won’t be able to handle it.

You’d think, at this point, after everything, I’d realize I have a pretty high tolerance for pain.

NOTE: That’s the ankle I broke–it’s always a little swollen.