Came a cropper

While carrying a bucket of weeds across the yard, I stumbled in a hole concealed by grass and went flying. As it always does in these situations, time seemed to slow. I kept trying to find my footing, then eventually accepted that wasn't going to happen. Landed in a kind of dive, on hard ground, some distance from the hidden hazard. Jarred my hands and forearms. Lightly grazed one arm. Badly skinned one knee. Fortunately, I didn't hurt my chest (with the bolts from the surgery). Even more fortunately, Emma Stone wasn't watching. Would hate to alter her opinion that I'm a super-cool guy.