I misjudged the curb at the post office where it tapers down to a wheelchair ramp Tuesday morning and found myself on the pavement.
It startled the hell out of a young guy just opening the door to the building.
I remember saying, “Shit!” as I landed on my right side, abrading two knuckles and getting a couple of abrasions on my right leg and knee.
Fortunately, I was wearing my German Polizei leather jacket, which spared me more abrasions on my arm and shoulder.
“Thank God for leather,” I said, embarrassedly as I scrambled to my feet and regained my composure, quietly cursing my inattention.
Thinking about it later, it occurred to me that the CDC and other medical authorities have made a big deal about falls and senior citizens.
I still have trouble thinking of myself as a senior citizen, even though I’ll be 70 in July, so I figured those warnings didn’t apply to me.
Then I recalled it was a slip and fall on ice that put my dad in a downward spiral. As a consequence of the dreaded broken hip, he spent most of his remaining years in a nursing home.
Granted, he was in his 80s when he fell, but the point is worth noting.
I guess I have a couple of choices – either wear my motorcycle gear all the time or get my head out of my ass and pay attention to where I put my feet.
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