At least they knew not to take you to the recycling center.

Hope you feel better, Herb.

I tell my wife that my goal in life is to be in my 80's and still running, still sailing, still engaged in the world. I never thought of high-jumping or dumpster diving. New goals to strive for.

I hope you heal soon, Herb. My grandmother is almost 90, and she fell in a parking lot before going to watch a hockey game this past winter. When I saw her in our seats, she had broken teeth and blood running down her face and hockey sweater. She was stubborn and stayed for the game anyway, telling anyone who rushed over to help that one of the players had just punched her in the face and that he looked worse. Maybe you can tell your kids an alternate version of how you ended up in the bin--a flying karate kick to kill a mosquito, maybe? :) Take care!

I thought that it was pretty funny that this chubby old codger was helpless in a recycle bin. But I didn't count on the good wishes of the Gulchers. I'm very touched and I thank you all.

Thanks for the story. Heal well. (Take those vitamins!). I worry about that sort of thing, too.

Soylent green is Heerrrrrrrbbbbb.
Feel better soon ;^)

I am glad you had your phone, herb. feel better. where was your better half?

Please be more careful Herb. Hope you feel better soon.

The solution seems obvious, recycling bins must be banned. At the very least, they will require the design and installation of a "de-wedging" device, as well as a waterproof, red (appropriate for a couple reasons) zipper bag that shall contain: an obama phone, a rape whistle,(dont ask) a notepad with safety pen to take notes for the consumer safety protection agency report and the contact info for your obamacare representative. (who you are required to inform) This will, of course, require a slight increase in your recycling pick up costs, but, safety is everyones goal - and responsibility.

That is a great description: I can imagine you in the bin, arms and legs sticking out as if you were a turtle on your back and the bin was your shell. Arms and legs waving slightly.

You actually came out of this in good shape - and you should be back to normal in no time. (If you start to have problems with balance, you might consider yoga or Tai Chi - these can restore mobility and balance to people (young or old) without putting stress on your body.)

Take care.

Jan, martial artist

Oh...so sorry...and SO FUNNY!
Kinda gives a whole new meaning to the term "dumpster dive".
If it's any consolation, I have had similar moments and wish that the camera would have been rolling.
Sometimes my foolishness is a money-making proposition.😉

You did a lot better than I. Managed to break ankle in three places, then fell off crutches a few days later and broke a hip. Got an infection from surgery to fix the above and finally seem to be on the mend.

I hope you are feeling much better. I can sympathize, I was attacked by a sweeper a few years ago at 50, and broke my elbow. I had worked, come hoe, did some sweeping, but grabbed a cup of tea before bed. As I took the cup to the kitchen, cup in one hand, book in the other, that sweeper grabbed my foot and I went down. I went back to work as a reporter in a cast two days later, and found the cast restricted my hand. So, like "Urban Cowboy", I found myself in the garage at 10 p.m. having my husband cut the part of the cast over my hand off. I was then back in business, lugging a laptop out on interview until it came off six weeks later.

Before my parents passed away, my father last June, they had repeated spills.
My mother had Alzheimer's, refused to use as many as four walkers provided by frustrated offspring plus spouses and was always breaking her hip.
I'm 68 and, in anticipation of my own impacts upon the planet, I've been boning up with calcium and vitamin supplements.
That "boning up" pun was dino dynamically intended.
Get well and be careful.

All of us stumble now and then, but the important this is to get back up -- even if we need a helping hand. Hope you heal quickly!

I also fell once, when my blood pressure went too low, and my feet
were numb and my O2 was low, all at the same time. . crawled to the
couch where my wife caught up with me and sent me to
the hospital. . I was also low on magnesium and iron and
some other stuff. . Who Knew? . Getting Old Is Not For Wimps!!! -- j

p.s. Herb, You Are In Our Thoughts And Prayers!!!
.

Truly glad you didn't break anything except your pride.

I live behind a fire station and have gotten to know some of firepersons quite well. Especially some of the EMS or Paramedic/Rescue people (depending on their label in your area). Some surely would have been featured in the Gulch, had that position existed when Ayn wrote our favorite book. These people devote their lives to being Hero's, without applause, thanks, and are strangely the lowest paid people within a Fire Department in most cities.

Wish you had a video of that. I love that stuff.

Other than that, I'm glad you got through it.

Serious issues, the elderly and falling. I have dealt with parents that went through this and now I am heading in that direction at 60. Still hiking rocky trails in rugged mountains so far though.

Hence the importance of humor. I just picture your outcome had the recycle bin been equipped with wheels! Oh man, I assume I am correct that it doesn't!

wanna hear a hoot? . "g'wan home, yer mudder's callin' ...
your father just fell in a garbage can!" . courtesy of my
70-year-old favorite millionaire here -- congratulations!!! -- j
.

Well, that's how it goes sometimes. An 81-year-
old man is interested in Objectivism? I'm glad of
that, anyway.