To add injury to insult

But wait, there's more!  When the girls and I walked home from violin this evening, the wind was so high that we could hardly stand upright.  We were coming down Parade Street with the wind at our backs at a good clip, when Jean and I, with our enormous sail-like violin bags on our backs, were literally thrown to the ground by the wind.  It must have been at a greater acceleration than 9.8 m/s/s because my knees and then chest hit the pavement with a mighty thud.  Jean landed in a fortunately-not-icy snowbank and survived uninjured, but I was hurting pretty badly, with the breath knocked out of me and the sudden panic that either child would be blown into the path of a car.  I was quite the wreck by the time we lurched down the hill to home.  I've been icing my knee this evening, but it's going to be lovely colours for the next little while.  Waahhh, everything happens to me!