i'm in a fair amount of it.

in a trip to the bank next door, wouldn't you know it. slipped on the ice, and fell. on the bad knee, natch.

i called it a day. too much. too much.

home now, have it elevated, icing it (it's a lovely shade of purple, and assumed quite a funny, puffy shape) contemplating why the shit chute of the universe finds me such a favorite target. i'm also wondering how many other body parts are going to hurt when the shakedown finishes.

i am way, way too old for this shit.

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the aluminum lining? a lady stopped and insisted on getting the store manager to come out and see how bad it was. she made me wait, and the store manager came out to give me his card and tell me to call if i need anything. (like vicodin? percocet? health insurance?) she was so, so nice. i was glad she was there, cuz i actually was crying too hard to talk. thank god for my Giants ballcap -- it hides most of my face.

she gave me a ride back to the hotel. told me God wants us to do unto others, and that's why she stopped.

okay, defenses are a little thin, so i'm bawling. what can i say.

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it was very nice of her. all good blessings to you, Debbie.

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and no, i don't need to go to the hospital. i'm not shot or stabbed, and i'm pretty sure i'd be there hours for nothing. it sure ain't like i haven't taken a tumble before and know what to do. my bones are as dense as rock, nothing's broken. i'm just bruised, puffy, and tired. shaky. it'll pass.

it all passes, eventually. right?

till then, bring on the pain. hopefully i'll get it all out of the way right now and i won't have to go through it again for awhile.


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