Yesterday morning I repeated the pavement diving stunt I pulled in Chicago last May that broke my left shoulder: I caught my toe, staggered a few steps, and played Superman on the hard deck. My official "klutz" merit badge is due to arrive any day now.This time I had the foresight to fall just as I entered the University of Colorado Cancer Center for my monthly labs. The staffers at the information desk rated it a five out of ten for style, and a flurry of doctors and nurses descended immediately. The nurse who drew my labs insisted on walking me to the emergency room for a quick x-ray, which showed I had not reinjured my left shoulder (whew!). I was discharged from the ER just in time to drive to the airport for my flight home. I still have full range of motion in both arms, but movement is a bit less comfortable. Since I still can't take anti-inflammatory drugs like NSAIDs due to blood thinners, I might choose to get that second cortisone shot I've been avoiding, unless icing can adequately soothe my angry tendons (good name for a rock band, isn't it?).