Last night’s evening walk once again taught the hard lesson of maintaining situational awareness.
Walking Banner while engaged in what Sisty calls over thinking, I tripped over his leash and went flat face down on the sidewalk. Picking myself up, I finished our 1 ½ mile route. Two hours later my left knee was nearly immobile.
Today I’m barely hobbling. I’m not looking forward to driving my manual transmission truck.
No, I haven’t sought medical treatment. Nothing is broken, just bruised. We are in the middle of another COVID-19 “outbreak” and anyone with even a sniffle is being admitted to the area hospitals. Time is the healer.
The joke making the rounds is, “I can’t believe how old people my age are”. I just wish I wasn’t living the punch line. I’m not seeking sympathy, just sharing how once again I’m earning my blog title.
