My husband was on a step stool trimming shrubs in the backyard, and the stool got wobbly. He wasn’t high up, but somehow he fractured his leg when he slipped off.
I lifted a heavy flower pot full of dirt and carried it from the front yard to the back yard. I should have known better because of previous shoulder problems.
At least all the yard work is done for a while. You can’t cut the grass because it’s so dry.
You two are channeling the story of my life. LOL I've got a bad rotator cuff from weightlifting; I broke the entire end of my fibula off in a surreal post-Christmas sequence of events about nine years ago, and put myself in bed for a few days in March after assembling a three-arch grape arbor and greenhouse in the back yard and used a step stool instead of a ladder. Wobbling on tip-toes for a few hours should have been my first clue. I found muscles that I'd forgotten about since basic training 30 years ago, and some of them were attached to ribs and vertebrae. LOL Glad everyone is on the mend. Good Italian food definitely helps speed the process.
"As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their hearts desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron."
--H.L. Mencken, The Baltimore Evening Sun, July 26, 1920