Garage Fall

Well, today at 4PM I was supposed to get my first prosthesis, but at one thirty I was washing my wheelchair down and slipped on the wet concrete and went down, bigtime. My foot and leg flew out from under me and I came down with all my weight on the stump, and on the way down my shoulder smashed into the bumper of the car. I was fortunate because nothing was broken and the wound held together, just wounded pride and too much bruising and swelling to get the liner and the socket on. This sucks. The shoulder is bad enough so that I cannot operate the wheelchair well. I can still get it around, so I know I'm lucky, but it still bites.