My knees hate me.
Really, I know that one of these days, when I’m not looking, my knees are going to sneak up on my while I’m sleeping and beat me with bars of soap wrapped up in a blanket. I know this is because I have been rather hard on them these days.
Yes, I fell. Again. Exactly 15 minutes after I told my friend Jan that my knees were feeling amazing, and that, no, I’d have NO problem climbing that 30 foot straight ladder up to the roof to take pictures of the restaurant construction from up there. *sigh*
I hung up the phone and proceeded to attempt to finish mowing the edges of the backyard by the pool where the tractor can’t go. I made it down half the fence-line, and around the two Leland cypress we have growing behind the studio and was going for that narrow strip of lawn by the sidewalk leading from the pool to the deck, and that’s when it happened. Me. Ass over tea kettle via tripping over concrete about two inches above the grass line, and I wasn’t paying attention, as usual.
Of course, I landed both knees on the concrete, and didn’t stop there. Oh, no…I had to jam my elbow, scrape my palm, and twist my back.
Needless to say, I didn’t sleep well last night, but did make it to the mall for a ground shoot of the new construction. I told Jan I would be tickled to climb up on the roof later this upcoming week to get the other shots as soon as I am not so sore. Once again, getting on and off the can is a chore. Dammit.
Somehow, upon returning home, I managed to knock a few hours of spring cleaning out of the way, and moved some furniture, so if I don’t sleep tonight…well, there’s a problem.
How am I supposed to exercise if I can’t move? This is how I came to a full and complete stop the last time. Dammit.
Until Next Time…