Me versus the Back Deck....P.S. the Deck won

This winter in Kentucky has produced much more snow than we've encountered in recent years. Each time it snows, I sweep (and sometimes shovel) the back deck as our animals need to be able to get up and down the stairs, etc (particularly Lola). After receiving more than 3 inches of snow this past Thursday, I decided to sweep the snow off of the deck last night-what I did not realize was that underneath all of the snow was a sheet of ice). Wearing Matt's house slippers (which have no traction by the way) I proceeded to slip on the ice and nearly knock myself unconscious. Seriously, if you could see the right side of my face you would think I got into a serious physical altercation. I hit the patio iron chair arm and have a swollen right eye (thankfully not black-at least not yet) and have a "goose bump" the size of a golf ball on the right side of my forehead. I literally sat there for a few seconds before I carefully looked around to see if any of my neighbors saw me fall (luckily they did not). I am not exaggerating when I say I believe I had a concussion last night). From this point forward, we will be purchasing salt by the bags and I will no longer attempt to sweep or shovel the back deck. I fought the Deck and the Deck won.