My big old bruise

"Watch out Brownie!!  It's wet and slippery....please be careful." He continued to run playfully down the incline of the pavement, stopping at the bottom wagging his tail.
In the next second, I had slipped and fell.
It had rained during the night, and I had gone outside a little earlier than usual to bait over my neighbour's wall, from whence the Giant African snails were coming.  Walking and throwing snail pellets with total abandon, I was a bit too hasty, and in a split second I was sitting on the pavement in total disbelief. I had actually fallen and landed on my butt, grazing my left shin on the low retaining wall. The bruise was HUGE....and hurt like #$@%&*.
When was the last time that you took a tumble?  Falling so simply was just not the thing to do today.  I had so much stuff planned to do.
Limping inside and wincing in pain, I applied the medical stuff of choice....hydrogen peroxide and an antibiotic ointment, ever so gently.   It really hurt to touch.
I was not looking for sympathy, but Brownie stepped up to the plate and came and gave me a lick, as if to say, "It's going to be okay...just rest today."   And that is exactly what I did. Took myself to the couch with a good book, propped my injured foot up, and read all day...what luxury.

I have spared you the photo of my bruised shin...it is not pretty, and it hurts like @#$%^&*.
In the evening I finally got up, and went out to cheer myself up.....more on that next time.