She fell out of it.
5 feet crashing down onto the hardwood floor- landing on her left knee, her left wrist, and her lip.
The one night she decided to wear her retainer.
She tried to laugh, but her lip was so bloody, that she yelled in pain instead.
“Were you drunk?” asked Ruthie’s dad the next morning.
It would’ve almost been less embarrassing if she was drunk, less embarrassing than falling out of a bunk bed when she was completely sober and completely awake.
But let’s be real, it was all kind of hilarious. Totally blog-worthy.
There was nothing quite like listening to Ruthie’s mom explain to the receptionist at the doctors that her daughter fell out of the bunk bed, hurt her knee, and now can’t walk.
Ruthie began to giggle uncontrollably listening to that phone conversation (OW! Her lip!); the receptionist probably thought they were talking about a 5-year old. Ruthie was 21.
And Ruthie still finds it funny. She can laugh about it now without her lip hurting; She still has to limp down stairs and run on the elliptical instead of the treadmill though.
Now she sleeps in a big girl bed.