What Happens In Morocco Almost Stayed In Morocco

by farrah on February 15, 2015 · 4 comments

I have to write up a couple of posts on our Morocco adventure. This post is not about Morocco, what we did or what we saw. This is basically just a ‘hallelujah I’m alive to write about it’ post and basically explain my silence as of late (and for the next week too). In a nutshell, I tried to kill myself in Morocco by falling down the stairs and have my three friends as witnesses to this fiasco.

staPhoto from day I arrived- I fell down this flight, hit the landing and kept going.

Tuesday we arrived back at the riad to drop off our stuff from shopping. It was about 3pm in the afternoon, and although I was feeling a bit peckish and could have really used a nap- I also wanted to see some ruins not far from where we were in the medina. So I ran up to my room, dropped off my stuff and started coming back down to meet the girls and get going.

My room was on the very top floor- and I had three levels of stairs to get down. They were the most narrow stairs I’ve ever seen, a tad bit slippery since they were made of marble, and steep. Like- these stairs put Dutch deathtrap stairs to shame. Additionally, there weren’t handrails so you just had to go slow and take it easy when going up and down.

I came down the first set of stairs from my level and was at the top of the landing on the second floor. I heard my friends talking and *may* have rushed a bit coming down- so that when I hit the second step from the top I slipped backwards. I remember thinking ‘NO I do not want to fall on my butt that will hurt‘, so I sort of pitched forward and reached my arm out to catch myself on a drop in the ceiling. I missed it.

Instead, I fell forward, crashed into the wall, and came to the landing on my back where my forward motion propelled me to turn around and roll/flop down the second flight of stairs backwards. I was spit out on the marble floor with a sickening smack and the next thing I remember are my friends freaking out.

st2This is where I was spit out onto the floor.

I have bruises on the back of both of my shoulders, my neck is stiff and my ankle is sprained and very ugly. I cut my little finger, have a nasty bruise on my right thigh and a very very sore spot on the back of my head. I’ve never had such a big lump on my head before- so the fact that it died down fairly quickly has me rather surprised. In addition to all of this mess, I have a cut on my scalp from a headband that I purchased a couple of hours before this tumble. The ‘headband of doom’ we called it.

So… that’s it. The Riad’s assistant tried to get me to go to the hospital, but I admit I was a bit freaked out and didn’t want to go. Once the squigglies around my periphery vision subsided, I didn’t throw up and remained alert- I knew I would be ok. But damn. That was terrifying.

I came home and when I told my husband I cried. The fright of it all didn’t really sink in until I was going over it with him- and I’m not going to lie- I’ve thought of it many times since.I see the whole thing in slow motion. I try to stop myself every time. I could have died. My doctor (that I saw on Thursday) said I was lucky a few times and that I cold have died had I landed differently on my back. Marble is hard. Marble stairs are harder. That was the most painful injury I’ve ever had.

footThe night I got home. 

So that’s about it and why I’ve been quiet. I take a painkiller or two once a day (you know it’s bad when your Dutch doctor is giving you strong painkillers) and feeling a bit fuzzy- but overall extremely thankful and happy to be home. Not gonna lie- I’m a bit humbled by the entire ordeal and that whole ‘life is short’ thing? Yeah. Been thinking about it a lot.

My best friend arrives today from Detroit and I can’t wait to see her. It’s Carnival and my hope is I can get her out this week to see some things. Life is good, I’m the luckiest person I know- and with that I’ll be taking a break for about a week while I spend time with my family and friend. I really am going to write up my thoughts about Morocco- because WOW. Just, wow.

In the meantime, my friend Ace (who was along for the ride) is going to have some posts on it- and all four of us used #momsinmorocco on Instagram to post our pics. Check them out!

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1 Lynn @Nomad Mom Diary February 15, 2015 at 9:39 am

I am so glad to hear that you are okay. That must have been absolutely terrifying for everyone involved! I hope you’re able to enjoy your friend’s visit and that the extra help means you can prop up that foot for a bit longer.

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2 Ace CB February 15, 2015 at 9:57 am

Yeah… let’s not repeat that sort of excitement on any future trips… I don’t think I can really express how relieved I am that you’re ok after all that.

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3 Anouk February 15, 2015 at 3:33 pm

Absolutely terrifying! I hope you’re on the mend now and that you still managed to enjoy Morocco a bit!

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