***2:00AM SATURDAY: UPDATE AT BOTTOM OF PAGE***After dinner, while taking the trash out, I lost my footing, fell down two cement steps (I was shirtless at the time), collided with the garbage cans, somehow took a right angle and fell down four more cement steps. I was reduced to literally yelling "help! help!" so that Tootsie could come and get me, which she finally did. Only by wedging her body behind mine was I able to pivot my legs to the side to begin the process of standing up, which I did none too steadily.
I can't take a deep breath without a stabbing pain in my right ribcage; can't bend down or twist in that direction. I think I've broken a rib or two. My upper body is covered in strawberries of bright red. I suspect that when the shock wears off I am going to be in a symphony of pain.
I think I actually might need to go to the hospital this time. Tomorrow should tell the full tale.
***UPDATE: It looks like I'll survive. I've had six ibuprofen and my last two percocets, so maybe it's the meds talking but being in one spot is pain-free. Moving is still problematic, but hell: moving is for the ambitious. I can take a deep breath without pain so I am optimistic about getting some sleep tonight. Drowsiness overtaking me; have made and erased many mistakes. Even more reason to be hopeful about sleeping. Proper update tomorrow.