How did this happen?! I went here:
To the historical Oakland Cemetary in Atlanta. My brother and I thought a nice walk through the cemetary and taking a few pictures would be a great way to start the new year.
And for a while, it was.
Parts of this cemetary are so beautiful they take your breath away. Like a small city, monuments and mausoleums rise up above the ground, a testament to the love of their family and the wealth the deceased possessed.
Not long after taking the above picture, I fell from a wall, rolled my left ankle in a culvert and landed unceremoniously on my backside in the roadway. My foot immediately began to swell up like a balloon. My brother went to get the truck (I hope he took some more shots on the way.) and I waited, my leg propped on the wall I had just fallen from. A quick call to my husband and we were off to the hospital where we sat for five hours.
I now have a rather large splint on my leg and orders to see an ortho this week to be reexamined to determine if I have a hairline fracture or not. Apparently my foot was much too swollen to tell from the original. Oh joy, oh rapture.
Nothing chips at your ego like doing something silly, and I sure did that yesterday. I would show you a picture of my big, fat foot, but my camera flew through the air like a trapeze artist and landed on a monument, bouncing back onto the soft grass. It has gone to its great reward I think. Above all else, that is the saddest thing to me. I feel as though I have lost my best friend.
Ah, well, that's the way things go sometimes. Hopefully the remainder of the year will go a bit more smoothly. Hopefully.