I fell down from the steps of my loft bed.  My knee got the brunt of it. And I sprained my left wrist.
 It was just as well I didn't hit my head on the stone wall. Too close a shave and such a relief & stunner it was.

I chided myself for my emotionalism as I was thinking about my ex-fiance/ex-bf.
I've been up and down the loft bed without any trouble... but just like when my emotions get the best of me, I get into car accidents and such. I hide my feelings too well... I don't come across as being disturbed. But I've always suspected I had Asperger's or autism, because I don't realise my emotions till after the evidence of my accidents lead me to suspect not everything is well. 

I called my ex-bf/ex-fiance today. But even so, I was thinking of him and putting him first. By telling him that if he doesn't want me to call again, I won't. I'm not a stalker and I'm independent and don't want to be a burden. But I miss him. To me, love doesn't end. It's not unilaterally withdrawn. Even if it's in friendship, it's better than nothing.

I didn't expect to miss him this much. I had no idea that when I get horny, I would think of him. Because I guess there's some truth that women are more emotional. I thought I was intellectual and mentally led.