In the last post, I celebrated the ability to remain upright. I even mentioned it in the comments on the post before that one. Now, not so much. Today, I went to the agency to prepare for the training I mentioned. And I fell. In the parking lot. It had been months since that had happened. I was feeling weak before I left home, but I chose to ignore it. That’s usually a better choice than over-thinking it. Except maybe not today. It’s been many hours, but the colors are still changing. Knee, hand, arm, chest, face. That appears to have been the order of impact. You know how when you fall, it happens in slow-mo? After my chest/ribs hit the ground, I had a moment to think it was over. Before my cheekbone smashed the grass (thank God it was grass at that point), HARD. I believe nothing is broken, but things are getting mighty colorful, not to mention increasingly stiff. I know my right arm is on borrowed time, for doing what I’m doing right now. So. I’m outta here for the forseeable future. Maybe I’ll take up drinking, just to have some explanation for falling on my face.