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.
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6 comments:
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.
Both of my siblings were born on Sunday. Do you know what it's like to have to compete with that?
And did that work out for them? ;-)
I'll bet you never considered that space aliens might be responsible.
I'm fair and wise and good and gay like your siblings. Lucky me!
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.
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