and an elbow today. I was weeding the garden and got my foot caught in the chicken wire that's supposed to keep the squirrels out, and planted myself on the walkway (bricks).
I actually felt happy! It's been at least 15 years since I did that. When we were kids, things like this happened all the time. Hit in the forehead with a hockey puck, was a badge of honor, despite losing about 10-15 off of the IQ immediately thereafter.
Call me crazy, but I felt like James Caan at the end of, "The Gambler." Can't wipe the smirk off of my face (I remember seeing it on late night TV with my dad, and asking him what the meaning of the ending was, as I didn't understand it).
Men get osteoporosis too.
The elderly neighbor got carted off in the meat wagon the other week from a fall. Fortunately nothing broken.
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