After dad died mom and I came home to Western Washington state. She retired, and I went to work for the state of Washington.5
Just one of the thousands that keep the records filmed and filed. I was a microfilm camera operator. Big name for a small job.
One winter day, I rode the bus to work as usual. As I was getting off of the bus, my foot went down on black ice.
Like Jamie of Mythbusters, advise you not to try it.
Had to fight my way to my doctor's office. Once he saw me, I learned that with one fall, I had torn my Achilles tendon off both ankle and knee; torn loose all the ligaments in my lower right leg, including the ones that hold the ankle in place, damaged both hips, and my lower back.
Before that one accident, I had always been the caregiver. Mom had fallen twenty odd years earlier, broken her neck, and a lot of vertebra, causing disk disease, and not found for five years, Injured her sciatic nerve.
Now, I was down. For the first time since early childhood, someone had to take care of me.
I had never dreamed how humiliating it was. Start to get up to get coffee? Told to sit. Coffee brought. Asked if I needed anything else.
Need bath? Get sat on chair by sink and helped with back and legs.
My aunt got to do the cooking.
Even had help getting slacks on.
I repeat; don't do it it. It is just a pain.