In about a week I will be 83 years old, if I am still
around. The reason I say that is that I
fell down the basement stairs this morning.
It is not as bad as I made it sound.
Actually, I was only 2 or 3 steps from the bottom.
I had my mind on something else and either tripped on my own
legs or put my weight on a pole that wasn’t there and swing around and land on
the cement floor.
Opps!
If I had blue and red sweats on one might think, “There goes
Spiderman swinging in our basement”.
I swung and landed.
POW! It felt like 500 pounds of concrete
hit me.
I am surprised no bones were broken. They say the elderly have brittle bones. I think they meant skinny elderly people. Evidently, I had enough meat to absorb my
fall.
I took a short walk outside.
Everything seems to be ticking OK.
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