Blame It On The Curtains, Right?

    If only I'd wanted what I had instead of being set on having what I wanted,
    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 have chosen some other day, time and moment in the cosmos than last Monday, September 29, 2014 at 11:10 am to hang the new curtains,

  If only I'd used a step ladder to hang    
the  new  curtains  instead  of  this  chair:

    If only I'd been as mindful and careful as I usually am when stepping down from a chair,

    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/