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My Fall
Posted under Self by adminI know you don’t want to hear about how I wish that diet pills worked and were safe again. So, how about I tell you the story of how I fell on Monday. Deb called to see if I had an ice scraper she could use. I told her to come on down and I’d help her out. I was still in my jammies but I slid Clint’s size 14 boots on my little ole feet and put on my barn coat. I scraped Deb’s windows for her since she has a broken pinkie. When I turned to walk away I stepped on the long untied boot lace and tripped myself. I feel hard on my hip but I was okay. Deb walked over, laughing of course, to help me up but the dog beat her to me. I started to play with the dog so Deb when ahead and left. Now, it is cold…single digit cold and I am just in my thin jammie pants. When I finally try to stand up, I can’t. The knees of my jammies are frozen to the snow! So I peel them off and attempt to stand up again. I can’t! Those darn boots are too big for me to maneuver and I cannot get the leverage to stand. I have no choice but to crawl to the nearest tree and walk my way up it. I am so glad I don’t have any close neighbors! I have a bruise on my leg and I was sore for a few days but I survived. People over the age of 40 just should never, ever fall down. Hahahahahaha!