I fell off the bus today. I was getting off the bus, and I think I overbalanced or something. Instead of correcting and being fine, I fell. I remember reaching for something as I tumbled down the steps. Then I was on the ground. Since I only have a single brain cell, I spent a few seconds wondering what happened, where I am, and why I couldn't move to my hands and knees. It turns out you can't really become vertical if you're under an open bus door. Interesting. So, I moved to the side, out from under the door. Then someone grabbed me. I heard words, but it sounded like a mixture between Japanese and Spanish. I said, "sorry?" They said they were trying to help me up. It was around this time when more of my brain began to work again. I managed to stand, with their help. They asked if they needed to call 911, and I said I'll just see a nurse. So, I did. My leg was skinned up a good bit, but besides that I'm fine. The strange disorientation and slight queasy feeling went away after a few minutes.