Falling
So, I screwed up my shoulder the other night. How did I do that, would you ask? Well, it could have been in a very nice way... except, of course, it wasn´t. It was more of the sort where I fall of the bed, bump with the bed, my arm decided that it wants to stay on the bed while at the same time the rest of my body hits the floor. Hence, my shoulder, where the arm meets the collarbone it´s giving me hell. Not enough to go to the doctor, but enough to put it on a sling and having around a bottle of aspirin.
Of course, my boyfriend says that what actually happened is that I kneeled on the bed and then I took a dive to the floor. Seeing that I was dreaming about Rosario (my kid) trying to cross the road, that would be ... plausible... On the other hand, he was sleeping next to me, what could he know? It´s not like I started screaming or something... at least I don´t think so... Whatever...
Of course, my boyfriend says that what actually happened is that I kneeled on the bed and then I took a dive to the floor. Seeing that I was dreaming about Rosario (my kid) trying to cross the road, that would be ... plausible... On the other hand, he was sleeping next to me, what could he know? It´s not like I started screaming or something... at least I don´t think so... Whatever...