There is one thing that I am not
and that is graceful.
I tend to be a clutz.
I try not to be clumsy
but I still trip, I still bump
into things, etc.
So this afternoon was no
different. I was leaving my
house to go to the store.
I had a stack of old magazines
about 12 inches high in my arms,
my sunglasses on, my purse over
my arm and out the door I went
to only go falling off the bottom
step of my porch. Thank goodness
there are only two concrete
steps! I some how lost my footing
and went falling on to the concrete.
Magazines went flying in the yard.
I knew I was falling but it's as
tho my body was in shock and didn't want
to believe it! So there I lay
on the concrete walkway. My ankle
throbbing. My first thought was
holy crap I'm laying in my yard!
Did anyone see me fall?
Oh crap! Did I break my ankle?
(Are you laughing yet at this
picture of me????)
Well, I stumbled up from the ground,
my elbow burning from scraping it.
Thank goodness I had a light jacket
on. I check my ankle and I hop back up
the steps into the house. I don't think
it's broken. I am getting around ok but
it hurts. Twisted it maybe? It's nice and
swollen. Can't put all my weight down
on it, so I feel like some freak
walking around right now.
Yes, I did soak it a nice bowl
of ice.
Nice goose egg on my right foot
now. Getting around is gonna
be too much fun the next day or so!

















Of course, the pics don't do it justice!