“Watch out!”
I didn’t listen to my friend’s warning, and ended up taking a nasty tumble.
I was used to climbing mountains, looking for birds. That’s what I was doing that Saturday afternoon. I had spent a little too much looking up through binoculars and not enough looking down at my feet. End result? Me walking over the edge of a steep cliff. It had been a painful couple of hours, and then a boring couple of days in the hospital while they let the bones start to set and fitted me for a cast. It was good to finally be home, albeit in a wheelchair, to have some peace and quiet.
I was under doctor’s orders to keep this cast on for at least six weeks. But that was fine – I had health insurance and an extended leave policy that I was taking full advantage of. And besides, who could get bored with a world’s worth of information at their fingertips? The weather outside is all nasty and stormy right now anyways, and the middle of August was a pretty tough time to be outdoors in this part of the country. According to the people at the hospital, I should be back in walking shape by fall, and then it’ll be time to get outdoorsy again. Wind and rain howled at the window as I stretched out at my desk and brought up social media.