Thursday, April 12, 2007

It's because I was born on a Thursday, not a Tuesday*

Here's another thing you might not know about me: I am exceptionally accident-prone. When I was younger, my mother -- who will tell anyone who asks that I "could jump in the air and miss" -- thought that years of ballet lessons would cure it. But all that really did was make me get hurt in a more graceful fashion.

Why do I bring this up? Because I think I sprained my ankle -- again -- and I'm not sure how. When I got home from work yesterday, it was fine. Between then and when I put my heels on this morning at work, something happened.

Now it is swollen and purple and it hurts to walk. So, I'm taking a pain pill and going to sleep.

*If you don't understand the title, click here.


DSL said...

If you don't remember getting a sprain, it might be something else. I had a staph infection a while back. Just keep an eye on it or get it checked out. Couldn't hurt.

I was born on a Tuesday but sadly, sometimes I think I could have been born on a Wednesday or Thursday.

dara said...

Both of my siblings were born on Sunday. Do you know what it's like to have to compete with that?

DSL said...

And did that work out for them? ;-)

mad said...

I'll bet you never considered that space aliens might be responsible.

CBK said...

I'm fair and wise and good and gay like your siblings. Lucky me!

dara said...

dsl: Yes, duh. They're both perfect. They're like Stepford siblings.

Oh, wait. Not so much.

mad: Space aliens are responsible for my siblings? Oh, you meant my ankle. Maybe. I know they're responsible for the weird bruise on my leg.

cbk: Bragging about it is neither fair, nor wise, nor good. But that's okay. I'm sure it's hard to live up to that.