…..that despite my, um, advanced age, I am not osteoporotic. How do I know this? I know this because I tried to fill the dogs’ water dish this morning. In doing so, I walked to the east side of our cement porch toward the tap. The east side, where when it rains, the wind blows the water onto the cement. The cement which has a slight depression in it, and so holds water.
One minute I was walking, the next moment I was flying through the air, as my foot hit the slippery cement and flew out in front of me. The flying, of course, was not so bad. The landing, however, when I came down on my right elbow and wrist, was.
If I were osteoporotic, I would now be in a cast. Instead, we went to the beach and I “swam” out the kinks, only my pride being really hurt…….
Aloha, I bought a 4 ft by 8 ft black rubber corrugated floor mat and put it where that puddle WAS….No more slipping and falling now…got to take care of Dr. Hryniuk!!!!!1!!!