Side-splitting or toe-splitting?

Chris described it as "Scooby Doo falling down a flight of stairs."

I described it as intensely hilarious and painful at the same time.
I got all excited tonight after the kids went to bed. I was gonna watch tv while I folded laundry!!
I know, it sounds riveting. But I was looking forward to a relaxing evening, which we have not had in a while.

I turned the corner headed toward my laundry room in my new Valentine's socks. They are evidently mighty slippery.
At this point, it gets hazy but something must have gone awry.

I was flying. Toppling, really.
I think my wrist hit first. It would be hard to tell really. It all happened so quickly.
It was kinda like wrist, knee, toes jammed into corner, other knee, side into corner, and lastly my head. But it sounded more like: Whoa-Oooo-Eeee-owww-uuuugh.
That was followed by silence.
I heard Chris scurrying over to rescue me.
I started reliving the moment in my mind and imagining what THAT must've looked like.
I laughed and laughed.
Then pain surged through my body.
I rolled over onto my back in the fetal position and just clutched onto my sanity.
OH! I hurt everywhere!

Why was I in such a hurry to fold laundry? OOHHHHhhhhh!

Chris asked if I was laughing or crying. I think it was a two-fer.
He checked my head, side, wrist, knees, and finally my toes.
My foot was already swollen-ish.
I swear its just my chubby feet, but he's pretty sure I might've broken it.
Boy doggie it hurts!
My toe is for certain a teensy bit misshapen and I can't stand the feeling of even a sock touching it.
Odds are it is at least jammed. If not broken...
No insurance. Did I need to remind you of that?

But in the end, I had load after load of laundry brought to me valet style tonight. It can't be all bad, right?
Not to mention, I have a really cute nurse...