Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

That was me this weekend. I took a great fall and did a faceplant on a concrete patio. Most likely I broke my nose--definitely a black eye. Scabby face and bruises on every part of my body. I'm a real cutie pie.

It was early in the morning and my feet just weren't awake yet, I guess. I went to let my dogs outside for their morning "business." I stepped over the--well, not quite--I tripped over the small dog fence and kaboom. I remember feeling my skin scrape across the cement and thinking like my two-year-old grandson, Michael, "uh-oh!"

Without exception everyone has asked, "Didn't you put your hands out?"

"Uh, no. Just my face." (I do not know why my hands didn't respond, except that I would have probably broken my right wrist--disaster for a writer.)

"Did you go to the doctor?"

"Uh no, I prefer self-medicating." (Just kidding!) Actually, by the time I realized that my nose was probably broken, it was hours afterwards. I figured that by that time, it wasn't going to do any good. (Afi, if you're reading this, I'll see you on Tuesday anyway--smile.)

All right, I am off to watch the Tony's and I need to take another Tylenol.