Thump
I had a scary moment today—recent storms have flung icy wet leaves everywhere, so I was up on a ladder clearing out our gutters. The ladder suddenly went flying (icy wet leaves. Everywhere. It was understandable.) I came crashing down about 10 feet, but fortunately my head partially broke my fall by smashing the glass cover on a gas meter about halfway down.
I'll live with no major injuries, but ouch, I'm feeling my age. It was a real bone-rattling fall. I've got an ugly lump rising up on my temple, my left leg is scraped up, my back is aching, and worst of all, I've really done a number on my left wrist. It's packed in ice right now, but it's stiff and throbbing…so no idea what it will be like tomorrow.
I'm going to have to work on writing using only words I can type with my right hand.
Look. Look up. Pony! Loomin', jumpin' pony. Hop, hippo, hop. Joy! Poop. Pumilio. Milk on my yo-yo. Loin, junk, Polk, pin, plink, plonk, hum. Oil, pomp, lumkin.
This better get well soon, or look what the new subject matter of the ol' blog will be.
The doctor thinks I'll be OK. Nothing major is broken (although he's going to have a specialist look closely at the X-rays—my hamate bone looks a little suspicious, I guess), and I'm just going to be wearing a splint for a while.
Meanwhile, check this out: there's a trend, or conspiracy, or a most unlikely set of coincidences going on here. I smell…design.
For those of you who have mentioned karma and justice in the comments, I will simply mention that I am now equipped with the Steel Reinforced Fist of Science, so don't cross me.


PZ, speedy recoveries. I'll spare you the gory details of my 30 foot fall onto concrete and the resultant epidural hematoma.
Get x-rayed. That wrist sounds like it may be fractured. And who knows WHAT your skull looks like.
(appropriately, the spam-protection word below is: survival)