Using my rental car, I drove off to go to the gym. When I got back, I realized that I had forgotten my house key, because those were attached to my regular set of car keys. Rather than call for a locksmith I decided that, with a little help from my neighbor, I would scale the rock siding up to my balcony and go in through the patio door which I was fairly certain was open.
STUPID FUCKING MOVE, DAN!
I got up about 2/3 of the way when (you guessed it), I fell fairly hard, scraping an air conditioner on the way down and landing on my side, while managing to jam my right thumb slightly on the way down. I now have a nice big scrape on my left hip. Drew some blood, too. Ugh.
My neighbor was nice enough to nurse me a little while I called the locksmith, who took forever to get here. Finally, at 12:30am, I got back into my condo, now $65 poorer.
The patio door was locked.