For many years it always seemed someone would get sick around my birthday. We went through it all, flu, colds or whatever was being passed around school or work. Well this year it is my turn. Yesterday I missed a step on the deck and landed on my right ankle, breaking it. Somehow I think that I am missing dinner out tomorrow. And grocery shopping. The first one I am really sorry about, the latter not so much.
I still have my walker from my knee replacement surgery in 2012, and I am getting around slowly while hopping because it is non-weight-bearing.
Happy Birthday to me!
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