heck, I'm a clumsy mess most times! I proved this over the weekend while hiking with the poopies and His Majesty.
Okay, it happened like this...but first, this is where I grew up and where my family still lives. I live about an hour away in an actual city. This is Wilson's Creek, also known as "the gorge." Gorgeous place full of mountains, trails, water, and rocks.
We pulled over in a little spot and decided to climb down a trail that was not an official trail. It was steep, but I made it down the gigantic hill, wondering how the heck I would get back up??????
His Majesty has the poopies at this point, we had taken them off the leash so they could descend. He is about 20 feet ahead of me climbing out on rocks.
Well, I proceed to climb across these rocks here...and step on a little trail of water.....BAM, down I go sliding down the rocks, heading for the water, unable to stop...just like a movie! (I slipped on the bleeping water trail!)
I yell for HM and finally grab an outcrop and stop. I am freaking out, thinking I am plunging to my death. (see below these rocks is actual water with more rocks, but when flying down the rock you don't think about that...you think "crap I'm going to bash my skull in and I can't pay my deductible!")
Anyway, I survived, HM grabbed my backpack and helped lift me onto the big rock. BUT I landed on my right hand and couldn't move it....AT ALL. No knitting or spinning...that's what I was thinking...and I can't pay my deductible so no doctor visit!
I told him no ER or Urgent Care, I would be fine...and I didn't cry!!! I wasn't being brave, I was being frugal...health care sucks! But today is the first day I could move my fingers or hold a coffee cup....and actually dry myself! (Imagine, trying to dry yourself with your nondominant hand! Go try it, it is near impossible!!! You will get a bladder infection from trying not to tinkle, cause you know you can't get dry!)
My wrist is fat (really swollen) and bruised and gross, but I have movement....yay!
Though I tumbled, we did have a good time, the dogs LOVED the water and he wrangled them for me. Afterwards we stopped and saw mammaw, then headed back to town and had shakes (peanut butter fudge for us, hot dogs for the poopies....yummy Cook Out).
This is how they played, don't you love it!!! Then Ava was spayed today...boo for her pain.
Oh, the whole reason for my babbling about this....I am not able to sew, knit, or spin! It hurts too much! I can't open a Diet Sundrop bottle either......travesty!