This evening, we decided to collect up all of the cans and bottles and take them in to redeem before getting groceries. I carried the first box out to the van, put it in the back, and turned to go back for another.
And tripped over the railroad-coupler trailer-hitch.
And went sprawling, scraping my right arm badly on a concrete block.
I shouted in pain. Lisa came running out. I hastened to tell her that I was more or less okay. Nothing broke, just scraped. I got up. Bad scrape. I went inside and washed the cuts thoroughly and applied antibiotic ointment. Lisa got gauze to cover it and an Ace bandage for over that. Oddly enough, it didn't really hurt all that bad, but it looks nasty.
I try to look at the bright side. The reason I landed on the concrete block was that the block is there to cover the stub of a metal post located at that point. Scraping on the block is much better than impaling myself on the metal post. And I had a tetanus shot within the last year or so as part of my ongoing health care, so that's not a worry. It's still annoying.
I leave Oregon tomorrow a bit bruised and battered.
