So Sunday was one of the most embarrassing days of my life and thus I find myself in the position of needing to share this story with the world. or signup to continue reading What can I say? Sometimes you have to share a mortifying story to tell the story underneath. I started my day normally: I got up and headed to the door of my bedroom to greet the day.
Except, my son's school bag had been put on the floor between my bed and the door ...
and I hadn't noticed. I tripped over the stupid thing, somehow got my feet tangled in the straps and, unable to save myself, went crashing to earth like an early version of one of . As I landed, I heard an awful crunch and I knew instantly that things weren't good.
Pain was overwhelming instantaneously, making me sick as well. Oh the joy! So there I was, lying in the doorway of my bedroom, in excruciating agony, with my nine-year-old daughter in a total panic and my 16-year-old son lying next to me showing me funny TikToks to keep me distracted while we waited for the ambos to arrive. Enter Grace and Keeley.
If you are ever in trouble and need help, I hope that you have a Grace and Keeley come to your rescue. They were next level incredible. You see the last time my kids saw a paramedic, was the night my husband (their father) died in June, and my little girl was definitely feeling the connection.
I let Grace know and she immediately called my Emily in to help. They involved her, explained things to her, got her chatting, and the panic dis.
