What happened next would have been good for amateur comedy night. That was me moving the old microwave out and the new one in. I grabbed the old one in a bear hug and straight legged it over to the door, pushed the door handle down with my elbow and staggered down the steps and bounced off a tree. I fell to one knee and none too gently set the old microwave down. Got the new one out of the box, stripped all the packing off of it then stood it on end and carefully picked it up, took two steps and gently set it down. I repeated that all the way to the door where I lifted it into the trailer then stepped in behind it. Getting it to the cabinet was accomplished by rocking it across the floor then carefully lifting it onto the cabinet. I then turned around and tripped over my prosthetic foot, bounced off the layout and landed on my chair sitting down and facing front.