I’ve broken the upper part of my humerus but let me tell you…there’s not much funny about it.
After falling down a flight of stairs, I am left sore and melancholic…missing the freedom of having all limbs fully functioning. Luckily I can type but my guitar is stuck on its stand and I have travel plans that this is going to hinder.
So this is me venting.
It’s raining, I’m feeling all sorry for myself and am thoroughly fed up.
Moral of the story, people – don’t rush down the stairs to answer your door, wearing cheapo socks.