It’s a BREAK ME contest!
Evidently, my family is interested in seeing who can injure themselves the worst.
Serena is a regular contributor to the purchase of band-aids, with regular cuts and scratches from a variety of sources (many of them the cat).
La femme in an effort to help with dealing with Snowmageddon (is that the current term these days?) got tendinitis in her elbow AND cut her hand on Easter Sunday.
So, to trump her, I mowed the lawn.
In our back yard, we have a hill that is about 6-7 feet tall…when I say hill, I mean rocky cliff. Well, grassy cliff. ANYWAY. My shoes are a little old, and don’t really have a lot of traction. If any. I pushed the lawnmower down the hill and let it go (turned off, of course). It stopped well outside the location I was coming down. Then I started walking down. And my feet slipped out from under me, and I landed firmly on my butt and elbow. My butt has sufficient padding to absorb this shock. My elbow? Ehn, not so much.
End result: hairline fracture of my left elbow (I guess the top of my radius? not sure which is which), which looked all the world like an inch long potato chip came off my bone.
That’s right, I broke my arm mowing the lawn.
*facepalm*scream in pain as elbow bends more than it wants*
Originally posted at Phoenix Rising.