I'm not really old enough to be worried about falling, am I?
Tonight I walked Oscar because hubby was working late. He has his little routine down to the point he could 'walk' himself. (I fact he did one night.) It was getting quite dark by the time we were to the part where we both 'run back to the fenced area with food in the bucket' so he could eat and go to bed for the night. If fact dark enough that I didn't see the sprinkler head sticking up that caught my foot in mid air. Yup, flat on my face. I heard my neck crunch. I moaned and rolled on my back. After a minute I began to hear crunch, crunch, crunch. Oscar had come back to eat. (Yes, our dog is very self-centered.) I had my wits about me enough to take a few photos. (iPhone is always in pocket) But it was dark. I finally turned on the flash.
I always wondered why, when you do a face-plant, you can't get your hands up fast enough to protect your face... Well I seemed to manage to catch my cheek bone with my knuckle and get a grass burn on my face too. At this point, I'm hoping not to have a black eye. I'll never hear the end of it.
Think I'll have a glass of wine and go to bed.