First of all, I’ve been keeping this picture to myself for too long and would now like to share it:
I’ve been placing a wide board across the bottom of the kitchen doorway to block the kitchen in an eventual escape of the Little Guy. Not a big problem, I spent all kinds of time stepping over it, but yesterday afternoon, as it got darker, I was deep in thought and wanted into the kitchen for something or another. I completely oversaw the board and fell over it into the kitchen, onto my granite tiles.
Checking the damage afterward, I noticed that one knuckle on my hand was bleeding and the knee didn’t feel so great. I saw that it was busted open and was about to put a large bandage on it, when I felt that something about it didn’t look right. I dashed next door to my folks and got a second opinion, and ended up in the emergency room.
To make a long story short, the surgeon removed part of the bursa, which I’d damaged, and stitched me up. I get to wear a brace for the next two weeks to keep me from bending the knee.
Crutches suck. So does stupidity.