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oh, hey! I needed this thread.
I have fallen down not once, not twice, but three times in the last 8 weeks while walking my dog. The last time was the worst.
Note: this was during the now infamous 96-hour downpour that we had a few weeks ago
I was standing on a wooden beam alongside the sidewalk that leads to our pool. Simba pulled suddenly on his lead and, because of the beam's sodden condition and general state of decay and slime-iness, my feet went flying out in front of me and I landed, hard, on the small of my back. The retractable leash flew out of my hand and I panicked, because simba will run, god yes. So I popped up immediately and grabbed his leash before he even knew what happened. Then I hobbled all the way back to my apartment, muttering obscenities under my breath.
Lesson learned.
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Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats. - Diane Arbus
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