I Squished a Lizard On New Year's Day

I stepped on a lizard on new year's day, then I slipped and I screamed and hit my shoulder on the fridge, toppling the chair, scaring people at home. Ahhh, klutzy me on the first day of the year thinking now, it is funny, when I imagine myself sprawled on the floor. In all honesty, it was the thought of killing the lizard that horrified me, the act of hurting it feeling that squish, bruising that flesh, breaking the itty itty bones dear goodness, how in the world can I step on a lizard?! imagine my sort of relief to see the broken off tail on the floor thank God for survival mechanisms the tail was still twitching, another shorter piece fell off, and yet I still wonder... Is that lizard alive? Did it actually make it? Is it still hurting? When will it heal? Is it traumatized? Was it pregnant? I don't know why, but that last question popped to mind when I saw the shorter piece, I even thought it was an egg... Sighs. I hope it's ok, will be ok. I really do. Sorry lizard, I truly am. 0101022014