Every moment I get older. I feel older. Well, at least today. Yesterday with the snow I was allowed to telecommute and get my work done from home. At one point I needed to go move the truck so the snow plow could finish that part of the parking lot.
So I bundled up and went outside. Alone, much to the dismay of the mutt, but such is life. Anyhoo – I’m trudging across the remaining packed snow and slipped. WHAM! Right on my bad elbow – the one with the fractured humorous. Couldn’t think. Seemed like forever, was probably less than 10 seconds and I was getting up. Shoulder was NOT cooperating so I stuffed that hand in my coat pocket, finished going to the truck and moved it. The plow driver was thankful.
Got back inside. Ibuprofen/Tylenol, gentle easy movements to make sure nothing was out of place. Sat down and reached for the TV remote. That’s when I saw it. My ring was gone. Nothing fancy or expensive – something Mitchel had won for me at some fair thing years ago. Sentimental as hell, though. I knew my weight was going down. I knew the ring was no longer tight but actually rather loose.
Plow had finished clearing the area where the truck was. The area where I fell.
Maybe someone will find it come springtime.
Today I’m on ibuprofen, at work, doing my best to stay active..
I hurt like hell.
I do not like growing older. I just hope I don’t reach the point where I’m no longer willing to put up with it…