Of all the stupid things I've done, and there's been a few, maybe more, last night's trip to the trash barrel is right up there near the top.
Not because I was going to burn some trash, but because it was dark and I went out to burn it because I thought it was going to rain last night, which it never did. And I was too stupid to grab a flashlight, because I didn't need it in my own back yard...right? Wrong! I walked right into the stew pot stand, which was in the same spot it's always been in, and fell flat on my face.
And you know how when you trip over something you kind of jump to regain your footing? Well, that didn't work because the stand is about knee high, my feets got all tangled up on something and I couldn't break my fall in time, and my glasses just landed flat on the ground. Unfortunately they were still on my face when they did. I still don't know how they didn't just shatter because where I fell was all rocks and gravel, no grass.
And I lay there on the ground flat on my face and could not move. I literally could not move. After a minute or so I moved my legs to see if they worked, and they did. So I got rolled over onto my side and it still took a while before I could move my arms. I could feel what I assumed was blood running down my face. Then I grabbed hold of the smoker that's by the stew pot stand and managed to get up and stumble inside.
And it's just so crazy to be doing something so simple, and trip and fall like that. Comes with getting old I guess.
Looks much better today, eh?
When I got up this morning my head hurt, my hands hurt, my wrists hurt, my knee hurt, my elbow hurt, and my shoulders hurt. Everything else felt pretty good though.