While pulling the third 16 tie bundle off the trailer, a stack shifted.
Miss Tina was running the tractor and yelled for me to "Get Back!".
I stepped back, hooked a heel and feel backwards. I tried to break my fall.
Down I went. Four decades plus of training kicked in, I tucked my chin and rolled my shoulders, and to one side when I did hit, but the hard packed earth broke my fall, and my left wrist. (In two places.).
ER doc says it looks like surgery will be required. I am supposed to see the ortpedic surgeon tomorrow. I'll know more once the orthoped has had his look see and had his say.
Sheesh, I was loving the knife work, leather carving, and we were moving into fishing season. I WILL find some way to keep busy. Sort the loose hardware bucket. Reorganize tool boxes, clean out the drawers. Read those magazines I have hoarded, scan the articles I think I'll keep, pass the magazines on...

