Teetering on the brink...

I have nothing to show you. No progress made on ANYTHING.

Why you ask? A week ago last Wednesday I had a bit of a mishap. I took one of my patented ankle turning falls. It's where you are walking like a normal, almost coordinated person and then all of a sudden your ankle gives way from under you and you fall (usually, but not always because of uneven pavement or something challenging like that). Not a nice compact sort of a fall (if there is such a thing) but a sprawled out, you've injured every inch of your body kind of fall. I have done this about 20 times in my life and my ankle and the ligaments that surround it are permanently weakened, which is why it continues to happen. This time though I decided to do my hand in, too. I landed on it on some raised brick, hard. My palm and my thumb were completely purple and swollen. So swollen that I couldn't move my thumb and hand at all. It turned out that I dislocated my thumb. Yes, ouch. I was going to take a picture of it for the blog but it was too horrifying and I just couldn't do it. Suffice to say my bruised and battered body is on the road to recovery. I have noticed though that the older you get the longer the healing process takes.