From this room up those stairs into that room then the next room then down those stairs on through the next room into this pitch black backstage alleyway, and finally onto the main stage. Getting my bearings straight and my eyes readjusted to the lighting, I stepped down onto the steps leading down to the main floor and --- That wasn't the steps!!!
is what I said!
I twisted my ankle and brush-burned my knee.
From a medical standpoint,
I think it's either bruised or sprained or both,
whichever one garners me the most sympathy.
The auditorium was packed to the brim with people: grown folk and chi'ren folk. Thankfully the Children's Pastor came out just then and started amping the kids up about camp, causing a welcome distraction from the lady on the floor. Truly though, I was in so much pain I had little room left for embarrassment.
People rushed to my aid and gave me ibuprofen and ice, then I went off and licked my wounds.
The only thing that could've made things worse is if I'd been wearing a skirt (because that did cross my mind as an outfit possibility this morning). That and if I'd knocked out some teeth.
Half-naked fashion + toothless.
Like a redneck family reunion. Yeah, that's definitely worse.