Ok, I wasn't hurt badly as I landed mostly on my right arm and was well padded against the cold. Nothing nearly as shocking as Linda Reeder's fall. If there is an Gold Metal for falls, she has it locked up.
My shoulder was a bit sore but it moved freely so I tried to get up. Mercy, even the grass was slick but at least navigable. So I cautiously took what seed hadn't spilled and put it in the bird feeder.
Then came the problem. How could I get back on my porch? Every normal approach was impossibly slick. I really didn't want to do the hands and knees solution, I do have my pride. Falling was enough of a blow to my ego. After gingerly circling the house I finally found that the least slick area was the ground between my shrubs. Ahh, safely back.
Lesson learned. No medium is safe from the slickeries.
Yikes, this is a day later and boy have I stiffened up. My right shoulder is really hurting and is about useless. How many functions is that appendage used for?? All of them it seems. Dressing is a bitch and toilet time causes mild cursing. Forget combing my hair, I have mastered the street person look. I have yet to try to drive my stick shift vehicle. That should be fun. Ah but fear not, Pollyanna is alive and well.
There is good to come from this. I am being forced to use my left arm almost exclusively. Before it only had decorative and balance functions, now it is being put to awkward use. I do love a challenge plus according to reports, using my left side is making my right brain flex its muscle and increasing its function. A good thing at any age.
I had meant this as a part of my Monday's post but think I will put it out early to half ways explain my absence not visiting your sites. Typing is really awkward and s l o w right now. Pretty sure I will be much better soon so I'll see you Monday if not before.
Watch your step out there.