When things go sideways

I took an unexpected trip to Accidental city, bruised ribs, torn ligaments, a state most would pity.. Yesterday I experienced a trip and a fall on uneven asphalt outside a local mall.. There weren't any witnesses to observe my little feat. I focused on getting back up and safely from the street. My left hip's been iffy for quite awhile so I pulled myself up in a downward dog style.. If it were only a few bruises I would just say tsk tsk but once up I realized my pelvis I had twist.. After reporting it to security I went directly home. A night with heat and arnica and several mournful moans.. I could bear weight on my right leg so I hobbled thru the day, until I discovered if I walk my left foot side ways, it keeps the pain at bay.. The author of this poem is still hobbling and hurting so would some one out there kindly get up and close my curtain?