Oops

I fell a couple of weeks ago. I was unloading some things into the garage from the trunk of my car, but it had been raining and I slipped on the garage floor. My one leg is neither strong nor stable enough to hold me up when something like this happens and I went down like a broken elevator. I could have landed in several different ways, but me and fate decided to land on my bad knee while attempting to break the fall by also landing on my bad hand. Yes, life is a cornucopia of exciting and wonderful events.

I just noticed this morning that the pains associated with this little tidbit of fun have finally gone away. There's still pain at each location, but only the regular stuff. The potential to fall has always been one of my greater concerns since the motorcycle accident occured years ago. It has happened to me a few times over the years, but the thing is that I'm learning to fear it less as time marches on. I know that a fall can lead to some serious damage, but it's just not the boogieman that it once was. My body seems to be able to withstand some of the things that I have feared the most. I'm not a careless guy, but I think that time has taught me to be a guy who is less scared and more active. I hate the thought of receiving further injuries, but I hate the thought of living like a frail relic even more. I'm glad that time has taught me to move past intimidation.