I forgot I took this picture last year. In my pre-vasectomy days, I used condoms to prevent babies. Take note irresponsible people. After getting snipped, I was disposing of the leftover baby preventers when I noticed that they were made in India. I thought that was pretty funny. Birth control from an over populated country. Maybe they should keep some.
Condoms are made in the second most populated country on Earth. Irony?
I fell down the stairs yesterday. It’s depressing to me. I wasn’t seriously hurt or anything. I scraped up my hand and ankle, banged up my back and shoulder, and strained some muscles grabbing the railing. The depressing part is that the next time I went down the stairs, the inside stairs mind you, I thought about them as a danger.
The ones I fell down were outside on our deck. They were covered in six inches of snow with a nice glaze of ice underneath that. I was wearing canvas deck shoes with no grip and as I took that first step I even thought to myself, “This seems dumb,” but I figured I could make it. Three steps in I was on my ass, desperately grabbing at the spindles so I wouldn’t fall farther. Didn’t help much.
I learned that I’m not as surefooted as I thought I was. I also learned that my dogs are not cut from the same cloth as Lassie. When I finally stopped sliding and lay resting on the snow covered cement at the foot of the stairs, they ran up, looked at me once, then took off running and playing in the backyard, leaving me writhing in pain on the ground.
Today I’m sore. Jenny’s been taking good care of me while I’m laid up. That’s nice of her. But back to that danger thing. After my fall, when going down the inside stairs, nice wide, carpeted inside stairs, I started thinking about how much of a danger they really are. I used to think stairs were only a danger to babies, the elderly, and the drunk. Now I can rank them up there with cholesterol and debt as something I need to be aware of as an over-thirty year old.
I guess it’s the price of getting older and wiser. My first lesson of 2013 was this: if that little nagging voice pops up and says that something is dangerous, I should probably listen to it. Probably.
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