My Middle Name was almost Grace

In probably about the most extreme trick of irony the universe has ever played on me, I tripped over my own cane. That's right! I was walking from the backroom to my chair in the living room and tripped over my cane.

The cane, of course, was fully within my line of sight. Any other time, part of my brain is screaming at me to watch out for it while another part of my brain tells me I'm being paranoid. Clearly, I was not being paranoid.

Now my foot hurts, my knees hurt, and my hand hurts from the way I twisted it trying to catch myself. The foot is the worst part. I basically landed badly backwards in my chair. Thankfully, I didn't break the damned chair.

FML sometimes.