Hi all, I remember when Bob (I think it was Bob) fell over his little dog and hurt his knee, and others have tripped over little things, and how silly we feel when we do these things.
I was standing at my closet picking out my clothes for the day, in a towel, just out of the shower, I stepped one step backwards to get a better look at the clothes at the other end of the closet and I felt like I was on a tredmill going the wrong way. There I was, in all my glory, with my towel on the floor, me with my head and shoulders against the wall, and my daughter couldn't open the door because I was blocking it (thank goodness!) and I told her I was all right.

Well, lost my balance, fell backwards and my shoulder was the first to hit the wall. I slid down the wall and landed on my bottom. I didn't feel the pain for a while, then later... ouch! AND, it was my birthday!

So, it's been five days, can't lift my arm, hurts to hold heavy things, etc. can't sleep on that side, and I finally went to the doctor. He sent me down for X-rays. I'll find out today what damage I did.

I told my brother that I turned 48 but I feel 78 today! I'm using a cane with my left arm, and wearing a sling on my right arm! As I sit here typing this, I'm waiting for the hair color to set to cover my gray roots! (My pre-mature gray hair turned gray when I was 30, and I'm not ready for that yet!)

Oh, the wonderful world of aging with PN!