The reports of my demise are somewhat exaggerated
That might not be the correct quote. Anyhow...
Your humble servant is currently ensconced in the living room, crutches by his side, cast up to his knee. Argh.
I was setting up some chairs and a table on a stage made up of movable risers, and one of the risers moved as I stepped onto it. I clearly recall thinking that I'd better present as much of myself to the floor as I could, to spread out the impact. This I did, quite successfully; I suffered a small bruise to my right elbow, and a wee bit of abrasion to the skin thereon.
In my case it wasn't the landing but the falling that caused the damage.
I finished the gig, mostly running the microphones and playing the CDs for the songwriters workshop. I phoned my sweetie, who came down and drove me to the hospital. A moderate wait later, I was having my foot prodded, then X-rayed, then wrapped in plaster bandages.
My foot apparently twisted as I went over, causing what is called a Jones fracture, a break in the fifth metatarsal in my right foot. I am to see an orthopedics specialist on Thursday; with any luck I'll be into a walking cast (as opposed to the thumping and crashing cast I'm in now).
No sign of osteoporosis (and yes, I do take calcium supplements), the arthritis apparently didn't play a part. I do, however, feel pretty stupid.
Your humble servant is currently ensconced in the living room, crutches by his side, cast up to his knee. Argh.
I was setting up some chairs and a table on a stage made up of movable risers, and one of the risers moved as I stepped onto it. I clearly recall thinking that I'd better present as much of myself to the floor as I could, to spread out the impact. This I did, quite successfully; I suffered a small bruise to my right elbow, and a wee bit of abrasion to the skin thereon.
In my case it wasn't the landing but the falling that caused the damage.
I finished the gig, mostly running the microphones and playing the CDs for the songwriters workshop. I phoned my sweetie, who came down and drove me to the hospital. A moderate wait later, I was having my foot prodded, then X-rayed, then wrapped in plaster bandages.
My foot apparently twisted as I went over, causing what is called a Jones fracture, a break in the fifth metatarsal in my right foot. I am to see an orthopedics specialist on Thursday; with any luck I'll be into a walking cast (as opposed to the thumping and crashing cast I'm in now).
No sign of osteoporosis (and yes, I do take calcium supplements), the arthritis apparently didn't play a part. I do, however, feel pretty stupid.