I sometimes bring my walking stick and almost did this time...not sure if it would have mattered. I am a bit hobbled to begin with due to a brief ailment. I wanted to get into the woods to photograph valerian. I was feeling a bit weak but we ventured on. Sure enough a raised root got me and I slammed to the ground on my right knee....very hard. I cried out, and hugged the ground. Since I have broken bones before from similar accidents, I was so afraid. I didn't want to move as I kept seeing a silent film in my head while I lay there. I imagined my knee was broken and how that would throw a wrench into everything in my life. I cried and cried for a short time, 30 seconds at most. I looked down, under me and saw a tiny tiny blue striped feather. I picked it up and put it into my pocket. Compensation of sorts.
Slowly I rolled over onto my back and tested the knee out...it hurt like hell but felt ok. I laid there for a few minutes. I had to call Rune over. I'm not sure if he understood...I watched him go find a stick and bring it over and drop it in front of me in a bit of a half assed way. Gee, thanks.
We continued on our walk...I am feeling a bit beat down by things, but it won't last.
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