That’s the first thing that entered my mind as I scraped myself off yet another sidewalk two days ago. After enjoying a great meal at a new tavern restaurant I fell after leaving the dining room. Of course I landed on my favorited left knee where I added yet another scar on top of the ones from previous falls. What is it with old people and falling? Darn, now I are one! LOL I’m also sporting a giant Bandaid bandage covering a 4 inch gash acquired during that same fall. I’m beginning to look like the walking wounded in a zombie movie. I still have no idea what caused me to fall except I was sore and stiff from working outside before we left for a late lunch. I stiffened up riding in the car to get to Rhode Island and stiffened more sitting on a stool chair in the tavern. It was Saturday and the place was packed.
I managed to survive the fall with just scrapes and new scabs. Of course I’m still healing from the trauma of every fall when you tense up before hitting concrete. I’ll survive. It could have been much worse as there were more than two steps to traverse upon my exit. I could have broken something. I didn’t!
I know enough to have immediately put an antiseptic on the gash and take two Aleve when I got home. That helped everything that night before going to bed. So having lived through this next episode in being a senior I will redouble my efforts to be carefull when I know I’m tired, old and rickety. I will take the extra two seconds to look BEFORE I step inside or outside a doorway. I will endeavor to persevere!