I should have guessed it was too good to be true.

Last night I managed to update some of my missing blog posts and finally felt able, 3 weeks on, to write about how well the physical treatment I had in New York went and how I have spent the first time in literally years being almost pain free.

This morning, full of happiness at it all, I took my eye off the ball for a split-second and slipped getting into the shower.

Slip sounds such a minor thing but I can't think of another word to describe what happened other than a big crash as I slammed down onto the metal edge of the shower and hit my head and neck multiple times on the hard ceramic tiled floor.

Somehow I didn't just slip once but continued to slip until I had hit my legs, bum, back and neck on the metal edge of the shower finishing up nearly upside down and terrified to move as I knew that my grace period before the pain came rushing in would begin then.

I can't fully explain the experience other than to say that, whilst it must have only been seconds before it was over, time slowed down so much it felt like a good thirty minutes and I was able to see it all happening and think through if I had any options to help myself and realise I had nothing to grab onto or break my fall against the floor with. I had time to think about what I was going to do if I snapped my spine and needed help and to be filled with panic and sorrow at the thought of Mr Jean Power coming home and finding me dead. Time lost all meaning as so many thoughts and options filled my mind all the time I kept falling and eventually landed and had nowhere else to slip to.

Once I realised I had survived, and probably hadn't broken anything, I put it out of my mind, eased myself up, cried and screamed with the pain and then finished showering and tried to pretend it hadn't happened.

10 hours later the adrenalin has worn off, the bruises and lumps have begun coming out and the full pain and extent of what I did has kicked in and I'm sad to say slamming my neck seems to have undone all the recent good work and I'm back where I started.

Nothing broken fortunately, other than my nerve and pride, and fingers crossed it can be put behind me and I'll be back to my healed self before I know it.