It’s a slow news day, so I choose to inflict you with the sad details of my life.
At the gym this morning. Doing my thing, I walk downstairs to put away the medicine ball and go do some pullups. Unfortunately there’s one more step than I think there is. My hands were full, so I couldn’t grab the handrail. One second I’m walking along, the next I’m on the floor clutching my ankle. I don’t think it’s too bad, really. I can walk on it, after all.
And right now I’m in need of some caffeine, and other stuff, yet unwilling to walk hobble downstairs to do something about it.
Not So Fast 
Aaaaaah! Poor you! My heart bleeds. Really.
Of course it does. That’s what it’s there for.
So the walking thing is new for you? 😉