I went to get the mail today. It is less than a hundred paces from the front door to the mailbox across the street. Halfway there, I twisted my ankle and fell. Again.
This is the third time in the last two months that I have done this.
My back is currently so screwed up that I spend most of my day laying flat or standing because I save all my 'sitting time' for work. It just kills me to sit up. Dowlan has taken over the cleaning because all I can really do is empty the top rack of the dishwasher and wipe counters off.
I can't pick Charlie up.
And now, I have a scraped knee and elbow, a sore neck and shoulder and a stiff ankle to add to my list of woes.