Step one to resuming my life is to get out of this house.
I've actually enjoyed being home and I don't have any feelings of cabin fever, but until I can get from here, out the door, down those treacherous front steps, into the car, on the road, to the office, up that long, straight flight of steps, and to my desk, I'm SOL.
I have no choice but to chance it, so this weekend I'm gonna practice. The plan is to eventually install a wrought iron railing on the the steps where I fell (and maybe even on the ones above that), looking something like this...
...so there's something to hold on to as I hobble my way up and down, but that won't happen right away (and I must get back to work right away), so my plan is to negotiate both flights of steps inside the house and go through the garage, bypassing those hard, cold, slippery, scary steps outside.
I think it's doable (I think working from home is even more do-able, but alas...) and I'm bound and determined to get to my desk in the next week or so. So wish me luck!