If only I'd felt satisfied with keeping the 20-year-old but perfectly good curtains already hanging in our bedroom:
If only I'd made the bed first so that the hard edge of the wooden foot board would have been covered and therefore padded a little by the quilt like it is in this photo of when the bed was made:
If only whatever combination of physics and clutziness that caused the chair and me to go tumbling down simultaneously had been ever-so-slightly differently configured at that moment in time,
If only I'd fallen at a slightly different angle so that my side hit the mattress instead of the edge of the wooden foot board,
Then maybe I wouldn't have had to waste the past three days moping around the house nursing a broken rib.*
(Sigh). I don't even like the new curtains.
* That is to say, the ER physician thought it was probably a fracture though the xray was inconclusive. It could actually be a bruised rib or a soft tissue injury. I guess it's six of one, half-dozen of the other, right? (Though it still feels like twelve of one, a dozen of the other). 8/