I am going to need knee replacement surgery before I’m 40. Not because of some degenerative disease or terrible genes, but because I have really crappy balance and manage to trip and fall — knees first — onto hard pavement.
Today, I was walking two students out of the gym and I didn’t see this largish pebble. I stepped right on it, twisted my ankle, and down I went.
Silver lining? Actually, there are two.
First, honestly, I’m just glad I didn’t trip on air again. Second, I really had to go to the bathroom and I’m thrilled to announce that I did not wet myself.