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Tonight, two hours ago. Red and I had been decorating our yard for Halloween, and he walked around back to put some stuff away while I took some extra lights inside. I walked back out on the porch to wait for him, and somehow......I was at the edge of the steps and I turned to walk back up the steps, but my shoe did not turn and over I went. I reached for a large pot, but I kept going never regaining my balance. As I fell into the rose bush the pot went over as well, and I also hit and knocked over a shepherds hook, a "bird crossing" sign and a gnome. The gnome was unharmed, the sign was bent, and the base of the shepherds hook is also bent. So I landed in the rose bush hip first and then rolled on my butt. So here I am laying there unable to move because if I put my feet or hands down I will surely end up with more thorn damage because I have nothing to grab to pull myself up except thorns. So, I wait....and wait....and wait....for Red to return. I panic thinking that he might enter the house through the back and thinking I was inside just go on about his business. A few minutes later, which seemed like an eternity, Red did return and helped me out of the rose bush. My left leg and arm are severely thorn-damaged, and my left hip makes walking painful. Red says our Halloween decorations have been christened with my blood. Happy Halloween..........
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