Yesterday I fell down the stairs outside my dorm room.  It hurt really, really bad.  I bashed my head against the concrete at least three times on the way down.  My elbow was scraped completely raw and both my knees were skinned to the bone.  My neck wouldn't turn to the left afterward and I think I cracked a rib.  The funny thing is, none of my injuries were visible afterwards.  I laid at the bottom of the stairs for a while after it happened--nobody was around to help me--and when I got up, I expected to be bleeding all over the place.  But there wasn't a drop of blood.  No bumps on my head, no hideous bruises.  Leslie came out of her room while I was standing there investigating my lack of visible wounds and gave me a weird look, like "what are you doing there?"  I tried to say something, but couldn't talk because I had gotten the wind knocked out of me by the fall.  She gave me an even weirder look for opening and closing my mouth like a big stupid fish, and ran off.  I staggered to the water fountain to clean off, but then I remembered I wasn't bloody.  My legs both hurt really bad, and I wasn't sure I would be able to walk where I was going.  Then I couldn't remember where I had been going.  I tried to go back up to my room, but my knees hurt so bad I couldn't get up the stairs.  I sat in the shells by the bike rack and tried to scrape some dog poop off my shoes.