Break Dancing

The older you get, the more you worry about slips and falls and breaking some brittle bones you thought were strong due to a lifetime if ice cream intake. No, I didn't break anything. Just rearranged things. While break-dancing.

I noticed something wasn't right after the basketball game last night and my right hip and backside were hurting as I tried getting into hubby's truck. That pain and discomfort continued during the night when I'd try to roll over and when I grunted my way out of bed this morning.

Knowing I have a weekend of scrapbooking ahead, I knew I had to get this fixed. Managed to get an appointment at the chiropractor at the end of the work day. 

She asked me if I had done anything new or unusual in the past week. I said I had a new bed but it was comfortable. Otherwise nothing new. "Oh, I fell on the ice Saturday..."

Well there you go!

So while were hauling the bunkbeds out the basement patio doors and onto the truck, I was concentrating on getting the frame onto the tailgate and during the 40-degree weather didn't even look down to notice there was ice.

Until I was down.

It was like slow motion and I got to swear at least twice before landing. Mostly on my right side. Surprise. Surprise.

My doc's best guess is that I rearranged things and they sat in the wrong place until I did something. Like stand 2 hours to take photos. Or hop off the stage when it was over. Probably a combination. 

Have I mentioned it stinks getting old?

Anyway, she adjusted me and hopefully that'll set things right for the weekend. I relaxed tonight since the state is in a snowstorm warning and there was no place to go. Ash Wednesday service was canceled at my church and most, I'm sure. And, since it's still snowing and blowing for the next 16 hours, tomorrow will be much of the same.

Bring on the healing, please!

Whether you're driving or waddling, be careful out there.