you know what else is paved with good intentions?
Apparently, really clutzy nikkis.
Right so. Tuesday nights, I have bible study. Lately I've been skipping a lot, but i know we're breaking for the summer so my recent resolution has been to actually, you know, go. I went last week (go me!) and despite being tired today, finally talked myself out of talking myself out of going.
So I get past the crazy shouting person, and get into the metro. My train's not coming for 8 minutes, plenty of time. And then i fall down the last couple of steps of the escalator to the platform and do something to my ankle and now it won't take my weight. I had to crawl off the bottom of the escalator because i couldn't stand, and it kept trying to eat me.
I call sillyandmorbid, and ask her how I'm supposed to know how serious it is, and what i should do about it. Wise woman that she is, she tells me I should go home instead of going out to bible study and to elevate and ice it. I carefully limp my way to an up escalator, ride it up, get to the station manager, ask for a refund and help out of the metro. Surprisingly, I get both, and instead of just helping me limp to the bottom escalator, he gets me all the way to the back door of my condo, where I can hop one-legged into an elevator.
Now I am icing my ankle, which still won't take my weight (though, ok it hasn't even been 20 minutes yet) with a bag of frozen peas. So, yes.
my life.
Right so. Tuesday nights, I have bible study. Lately I've been skipping a lot, but i know we're breaking for the summer so my recent resolution has been to actually, you know, go. I went last week (go me!) and despite being tired today, finally talked myself out of talking myself out of going.
So I get past the crazy shouting person, and get into the metro. My train's not coming for 8 minutes, plenty of time. And then i fall down the last couple of steps of the escalator to the platform and do something to my ankle and now it won't take my weight. I had to crawl off the bottom of the escalator because i couldn't stand, and it kept trying to eat me.
I call sillyandmorbid, and ask her how I'm supposed to know how serious it is, and what i should do about it. Wise woman that she is, she tells me I should go home instead of going out to bible study and to elevate and ice it. I carefully limp my way to an up escalator, ride it up, get to the station manager, ask for a refund and help out of the metro. Surprisingly, I get both, and instead of just helping me limp to the bottom escalator, he gets me all the way to the back door of my condo, where I can hop one-legged into an elevator.
Now I am icing my ankle, which still won't take my weight (though, ok it hasn't even been 20 minutes yet) with a bag of frozen peas. So, yes.
my life.