I was klutzy when I was younger, but it seems to get worse as I get older.
Yesterday morning I moved to the couch because my back was hurting and I didn't want to wake Linda up. At about 5:30 I was sleeping really good and I hear the dog jump off the bed and come running to the door. She has had loose bowels so I got up quickly and let her out. When I started out, I was still half asleep and didn't have my glasses on.
Luckily I had the golf cart parked out in front of the door because I missed the bottom step and fell. Instead of falling further and landing on the concrete I fell into the golf cart and hid my shin really hard. I took a good amount of skin off of it and was bleeding like a stuck pig. Like last year it filled my croc up but at least did not spurt. It just flowed. I got the bleeding stopped and by that time Precious had finished her business. I got her back in the house and got the flashlight so I could find her poop and bag it up.
It looked like a crime scene with bloody footprints on the patio and drive way so I got some of the mess cleaned up and later when I could see I used the hose to wash it all down.
Today it is pretty ugly and getting sore like a deep bruise. Oh well, it could have been worse. I am learning that I need to go slower and watch things better than I did in my younger years.
Tonight is Texas Hold em night. I really appreciate Linda letting me play. I enjoy it and it gives her some alone time.
I saw this on Face Book and thought I would share it. It is so true.
That's it for this time.