Actually, he hasn't done it before...Steve fell on the ICY STEPS (that I TOLD HIM TO CLEAR) last week and landed on the old elbow. He's been moaning and groaning ever since, with scant sympathy from me (in fact, I suspected him of "Munchausen-ing" the whole thing to get some attention, which he never gets poor thing).
He finally took himself to the doc today, and came home in a sling, with a possibility of a broken elbow. Yikes.
Keep those icy steps and paths clean, folks!!!!