True story. And I tell it not to solicit sympathy, but as an example of "see how I am?"
Two days ago I stepped out on the porch to get the mail. I tripped over the doormat, rolled my ankle (which, as you know, is already unstable from multiple past sprains), flew off the porch, and landed on the front walk. My 89 yo neighbor was sitting on his porch across the street and shuffled on over to help me up. The pain hit, I start to vaso vegal, he's trying to hoist me up, I'm sweating and am hoping I dont puke on him. Poor old guy nearly stroked out getting me up. Make a trip to the ER...So now, on top of everything else, I'm hobbling around in an aircast. Thank God I still have my hair.
You know, it's life. Shit happens.