Falling Anger

I fell. For any normal person a simple fall probably wouldn’t mean that much. For a person with a tumor pressing against the hip joint – a simple fall means now having to rely on crutches to walk. I feel so stupid.  It was a freak accident.  Earlier in the day, Munchkin had been running back and forth from the kitchen exclaiming he was going to make ice cream.  I have no idea where he *learned*