We all know it deep down anyway, of course, but every so often Fate reminds us that gravity is often a mean son of a bitch. I got mine yesterday when I was distracted and missed a step, on the way down managing to get tangled in a patio chair so it both came down on my wrist and provided a brutal landing zone for my left thigh.
I'll be okay, but yowza. It's amazing how fast that crap happens, and out of nowhere. One minute I'm getting set to take the trash and recycling to the curb, the next I'm contemplating an emergency room visit. I didn't need that. There's some pain deep down, but not much swelling or visible bruising, so I think I'm okay.
Bad timing though. I need to get a few things squared away in the yard the next two weeks so I can go up north and do some grouse hunting in October. Unfortunately, I could barely get in and out of the car yesterday, let alone push a lawn mower. We'll see how the next few days go.
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