To Hell with Heelys

I'm an old woman now. I tried very hard for a long time to not get old as I inched farther and farther into adulthood. I don't want to give up my boy clothes and my video games and start clutching a purse close to my chest and wagging my finger at youngsters. I still ride my bike on the hilly, ditchy path at D's school with him. I really try not to freak out about laundry stains. When the street has dirt in it, I do not feel compelled to sweep it.
Today, during D's Special Time (which still seems pretty pointless), he wanted to go out and roll around in our Heelys. It's never been a problem for me before. They are fun, and as long as you are aware of how you put your foot down when walking, they aren't that hard to fool around in. Today, right after we got outside, WHAM! I fell backwards. My elbow is scraped up a little, but some good ol' H2O2 should take care of that. The real problem is I landed on my hip. Now I feel like I have some idea of why people often just keel over and die after breaking their hips. It is excruciating! And it is torture to move, sit, stand, bend, or lay. Lucky for me, I have a spry son who is willing to help his old lady out with some things around the house. HAHAHAHAHAHa yeah right!