Pain, Laughter and Wet Concrete

We've officially replaced everything that was stolen, except the video camera. We aren't replacing that right away, but yesterday, I was sad that we didn't have one set up. Footage of what happened yesterday would have been an excellent birthday present for Jenny.


We were hanging the new TV on the wall. DQ and her friend were watching the little ones and swimming. I decided to take off the chain that The Beast wears around his neck to prevent him leaping over the fence. (In addition to Lab and Great Dane, he's also apparently part deer.)


Here's the thing. Our back patio is concrete and gets extremely slick when wet. We know this. We've not taken precautions. That is stupid.


I stepped out onto the back step and literally went flying backwards. Ass to the sky, folks. I caught air. I landed on my right ankle and knee. Dear God, the pain. I thought I might throw up. At the same time, I was laughing, because I knew how stupid I must have looked. The good news is nothing is broken. The bad news is I strained the tendons in my ankle and knee. The swelling is impressive. A golf ball sized knot on the side of my ankle, which is pretty. Adds a little interest to my foot. It hurts like a mo-fo and if I don't have it tightly wrapped, putting weight on it is a dicey proposition.


Every time I walk, I can hear Jenny laughing. She would be weak with it by now. Especially watching me flail around as I try to keep my balance. It's okay. After 30 years, I love her for it and know it isn't malice. She just finds pain extremely funny. It's her little quirk, if you will.


So maybe we will replace the video camera. With my propensity for klutziness, I could save a bundle on presents for her.