Geez, I'm jealous - I don't catch myself when I fall, it just happens too quick but I aparently don't know how to fall either.

But, I doubt knowing how to fall would have made a difference when I broke my ankle.

The ankle story, for those of you who haven't heard it before

It's funny, yet not

I have 2 steps that go from the house to the garage. I had the cats litter box in each hand.

This is where it gets a little hazy for me - I believe I started to lose my balance while on the last step. The next thing I knew I was on the garage floor. the litter box contents dumped over with some of it in my hair.

As I was falling I heard a "snap" that snap was my ankle. I sat up and brushed the cat poo out of my hair. Since standing was not an option I crawled up the 2 steps back into the house, pushed the door opened and crawled my way to the family room where I could hopefully reach the phone.

During the crawling process my 2 dogs thought I was playing with them

Reached the phone and called my hubby. He came home and called 911 not only did the peramedics show up but so did the police - the police where checking for domestic violence

Anyway that's the story of how I broke my ankle. That ankle has a plate on one side w/3 screws and the other side of the ankle has 3 pins and wire tying it all together. The Orthopedic surgeon said I completely shatter the ankle.