life in the fast lane (not)

What I didn't tell you in my last post

was

shortly after I took that picture,

I went in the old house

 through what had been the doorway to the LEM

(and before that - the kitchen window)

and then exited

with my arms full.

I misjudged quite how deep of a step down it was

and with no hands available to grab onto the opening

 to help ease my way down,

I ended up sort of falling out of the house,

landed hard on my foot (on unlevel ground)

and tore my dadgum meniscus in my right knee.

You might remember

 I had a slight tear in my meniscus several years ago

and only went to the doctor 

when I had to

use my hands to move my leg

to move my foot from the gas pedal to the brake

while driving.

Or that I went months after injuring my achilles

before going to the doctor.

I didn't even wait 24 hours before going this time.