Falling, like snowflakes from the sky

... or maybe not that gracefully.

I introduced the girls to sledding this last weekend (more on that in another post). Everything went extremely well, until I slipped on a semi-melted patch of snow. I can remember looking down at my bent knee, twisting off to the side as I fell, thinking to myself, "Oh-oh, this isn't good."

And then I was lying in the snow, my leg twisted off to the side, and thinking, "When I move my leg, this is really going to hurt."

Luckily, my husband was there. He helped me up. It turned out not to be as bad as it could have been, but it has kept me off my feet for the last several days.

It's amazing how much you use that little muscle right next to your kneecap.

I still can't sit at a chair for too long, because if I keep my knee bent for too long I can't walk. But hotpacks do a world of good.

Troubles just come in clusters, it always seems like. My wrists, my knee, I lost a filling and the dentist doesn't think it's worth saving the tooth, so it needs to get pulled. I missed that appointment though, because of my knee, and can't get in until January. And my tooth hurts.

At least we have money for Christmas this year. And I can laugh again. See? Things get better. Just temporarily ouchy.