i fall....a lot

i've always been this way, if there's something to trip on, i find it. It's nothing out of the ordinary for me to skid on my knees on carpet, tile or just to amp it up a bit....concrete. I've always wondered how little kids can be soooo brave when they skid their little knees on the sidewalks, or miss a concrete step, and they just brush themselves off an go about their merry way. Well, now I know how they do it. It doesn't hurt...at first. At first it's no big deal, heck....I felt like the bionic woman when i dove to the patio after missing the last step on my deck. I got up and surveyed the skin that used to be on my palms and knees which was now crinkled up on the hot concrete. Looking around i knew someone HAD to see my semi-olympic feat, and sure enough, he (my hubby, MJ) was sitting in the yard, savoring the moment. I can say 'savor' because i was so brave and unhurt and heck, i even blamed the dog that was an easy 10 feet away. Because I always fall, he's used to seeing it, and also used to assessing the damage....which, i completely reassured him, even though i needed a skin graft, i was just fine.

Well 6am is a tad early for me to be awake on a Sunday morning, but something wasn't right, something HURT, i felt patches of hell-fire on the front on my knees....little did i know FULL BLOWN damage would be the first thing i felt in the morning. Who doesn't love waking up to throbbing knees that kinda, sorta, in a really gross way 'stick' to the sheets. I somehow got of bed and could only walk on my tip-toes to keep from bending my knees, all the while wincing and looking for a wheelchair which we don't have, tucked in a corner waiting to save me. No wheelchair, just some neosporin with pain relief, and ya know what? I debated to myself what REAL pain relief would be, like crushing and directly applying vicodin to my knees, or pouring pepto bismal on them, maybe just planting 30 ibuprofens in a smiley face fashion on my gooey circles. I am happy to report, after 45 min of feeling like i had poured boiling gasoline on my knees, i felt like a new person. (that pain relief is total garbo, well...at first).

I realized also this phrase "the bigger you are, the harder you fall" and then i really understood the dangers of deck stairs after consuming 3 glasses of wine.

I am soooo breaking up with wine, well...after this glass.