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o_bunnyThat 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.
