My first post injury
did not occur in bathroom, as expected
after late night writing binge, too closely followed
by too early morning.
Medical supply run,
with mind full of rejected manuscript,
looming payout deadlines,
and housemate crises,
went awry when I missed curb cut
by all of two feet.
Results:
abrasions,
freaked out housemate/employee,
and just about every on duty municipal worker
in Belchertown coming to my aid,
along with a passerby who thought he knew
how to drive my chair.
But at least I overcame my fear of falling.
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