Lisa and I went hiking yesterday. We were perched atop of what might be alternately described as a steep hill or cliff. I lost my footing and tumbled to the bottom. During the fall, I hyper-extended my elbow. My legs are full of little scratches and my heiny is black and blue. My arm wasn’t working yesterday but today, after massive amounts of icing and Tylenol, it’s beginning to feel better. Lisa was going to take me to the hospital but I refused. Last year I hurt my arm and the feeling was very similar and so I knew it wasn’t broken and that the doctor would just tell me to immobilize it, ice it and take Tylenol. My day off and I am spending it caring for my stupid arm. What timing! What the heck was I doing up there anyway? I should have known better.