Yes, I got run over by a llama. It wasn't his fault. Zorro got spooked and well, ran me over. Zorro is one of the llamas I helped rescue in January. He's 100lbs heavier now. He was going to his new home. Ready to get him in his halter...donkey sent up a racket, dogs barked, Zorro spooked. Down in the mud and other things, over goes Zorro and Donny (one of the people helping) and ouch! Bruises and a couple of cracked ribs. What a way to start April! Yiha!!!! Hey, it was funny! Mud 6" deep, cold mud for that matter, llama runs me down and over and the rest is history. A couple of shots of whiskey later I was fine...until I turned around in the car to leave. Double ouch! Hospital visit and yup, cracked ribs. I swear the doctor on duty didn't believe me and thought my husband had done it. I had a footprint on my collar bone of the critter in question! The jokes have been flying around. I'm glad I can be of some use!
Have been knitting/crocheting up a storm. What the heck else can I do when I'm not allowed to do much else? Sweaters, scrubbies, pot holders, socks been knitting it. The knitting mojo I lost is definately back!!!