"Who can control his fate?" (Othello)

.....Why does this happen?  Is there some mysterious force at work attempting to send me a message--which, as yet, I haven't interpreted. We were supposed to have brunch with "Eliza" and Dick, and then go on a boat ride on the Inter-Coastal along with about 30 other people from the Ping Pong Club today; but we couldn't make it.  Obviously, and predictably I fell from the scooter in the parking lot; of course the scooter fell mostly on me and the pebbles, tearing the skin from my right elbow, both knees, and my right ankle--which at the moment appeared to be fractured, or broken.  
.....Of course, since I have been taking Coumadin for A-Fib, I spewed blood all over my sandals and over the pristine ground.  Fortunately, a young lady jogger appeared and proceeded to call 911, which number I detest.  When the medics arrived in their beautiful red truck, neighbors appeared--almost like osmosis--the last thing that I wanted--to be gawked at.  Shortly thereafter I was loaded onto a gurney, then into an ambulance, and then to the ER of the local hospital where I was expeditiously bandaged like a mummy.  Both knees, right elbow, and right ankle--which took six staples and four stitches to close up.  I needed that right foot to step on and off curbs, and in and out of cars. 


.....I can't continue this for a few days--until the pain subsides to the point where I can remember what it is I want to say; but keep checking.  


     ok Just to clarify, I did not say that I broke my ankle. It was very painful and what I wrote was that it appeared to me that there was a break there, but when I got to the hospital, they cleaned the blood from my knees and my right foot & my elbow, but x-rays showed no break.  However, there was a deep gash on the foot which required stitches and staples. They will be there for a few weeks before they can be removed.  (The stitches and staples, Joel, not the ankle.)