Adventures in aging

I was so busy talking about my car getting stolen, earlier this week*, that I forgot to talk about the other thing that happened to me, and that was that I had a fall at work. I hate admitting to this because it makes me feel like an old person, but then I am an old person, relatively speaking - well, I'm Medicare-eligible as of a few months ago, anyway. I don't really think the fall had anything to do with being old, in particular - I was picking up at closing time - somebody left a pair of shoes, for god's sake, on the gym floor (what, did they leave barefooted?) and so I was holding the shoes and I kicked a basketball out of the way, and then I lost my balance and went down and landed on one wrist. It could've been way worse, nothing was broken, but my left hand is still pretty sore two weeks later. Also, since I was out in the middle of the gym floor and nobody else was there and I couldn't put weight on that hand, of course, I had to wait for somebody to come help me get up, which is extra-embarrassing. (That's the part that really makes me feel old.)

Also, since I'm left-handed, I couldn't even really write for several days, except right-handed, which came out looking eerily like a 7-year-old's handwriting. Typing worked ok, and driving was mostly ok, I think because driving is mostly a right-handed skill anyway. (I'm actually sort of ambidextrous for a lot of things, but writing is not one of them, clearly.)



*The theft was not earlier this month, it was a couple of months ago, now.