I tripped while hurrying through downtown San Francisco this morning, fell down, and landed on my right knee. That would be my bad knee.
For a while I just sort of rolled around on the sidewalk muttering obscenities. Then a Fedex guy helped me sit up and a moment later I was able to stand up, if not quite able to bend my knee. This was good because I was going to meet up with my class for a day-long walking tour. Oops. Maybe not so good.
I lasted until about 12:30, though. Three hours before the pain got to be so bad that I just had to go home and lie down. My knee looks terrible, but it appears to be merely bruised. I have huge ugly bruises on my palms. But I managed, somehow, to avoid sliding and scraping the heck out of myself, which is a step up from my usual falling behaviour.
Of course, this would have to happen in a week when I planned to finish making a foundation for the shed, and in which lots and lots of plants are arriving for fall planting. Fortunately, it's a lovely day, and we are well stocked in ibuprofen.
