That was about as articulate as I got when, Thursday night, a concrete manhole cover gave way underneath me and I plunged through it and tipped ungraciously onto the pavement in front of me, landing on my camera bag (luckily) and spraining my left ankle and bruising my right elbow and forearm.
Luckily was was a mere block away from my hotel (The Orchard Hotel on Bush street) and the doorman came and rescued me with a wheelchair. My dear friend Julie was with me and she was just fantastic. Many thanks Jules... We caught a cab to St Francis Memorial Hospital on the advice of the doctor the hotel contacted for me. There I was quizzed, x-rayed, bandaged and dosed up with pain-killers. If you ever injure yourself in San Francisco I recomend the ER at St Francis. They were wonderful.
So for the last few days I've been lolling about in my hotel room, not the way I'd planned on spending my time while here, but hardly the worst way to spend a few days. I've not really been too productive alas as the pain-killers make me very woozy and my right arm/hand is still far too sore to write or type properly. This left-handed typing is for the birds I tell-ya. I have thrown a few photos up into Flickr for your amusement.