At times, it felt a bit like there were a few more mishaps on this particular trip than most of the others that I have been on over the years. Not sure why, but it sometimes felt that way.
Case in point, there was an upstairs and a downstairs at one of the places which we were staying at. I volunteered to take the upstairs, since my brother was feeling sick and weak. And on Sunday, I almost fell down the stairs
Now, part of the reason for this is because European staircases tend to be steeper and narrower than those in North America. It requires more concentration and care.
Well, I foolishly attempted to take too much stuff down at one time. This was a poor decision. Yet I made it precisely because of my concerns over traversing those stairs.
Needless to say, I stumbled. Would have possibly fallen outright, but I managed to probably prevent that instinctively when my free pinky on my right hand gripped the railing tight. I always held onto the railing whenever going up or down those stairs because of how treacherous they felt.
Anyway, let's just say that something happened. I didn't break it outright. At least I don't think that I did. That first day, I was able to bend it fully, as well as straighten it out. Not without pain, but at least I could do it.
Since then, however, the finger has swollen and grown discolored just a little bit. Nothing too serious. At least I don't think so, anyway. But it's so swollen now that I can't really bend it anymore. And straightening it out feels extremely uncomfortable.
Just an annoying thing that happened. Guess that's not much of a story. Yet I thought that I would share it nevertheless.
Otherwise, hopefully all is well with everyone out there back in the States.
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