Hmmph!
Dang it! When I tried to kick a bag in karate yesterday (side kick, back kick one after the other without landing in between) I slipped halfway between the two kicks and landed 85 pounds on my right foot. It tucked right under me and I did a couple backwards sommersaults and just lied there for about 10 seconds before being able to move at all. Yup, I sprained my foot. No blood, always good. Walking Wounded #6 right here. I can put zero weight on my foot without severe pain. I'm in crutches. Ho hum. It was kinda freaky gettting wheeled into the emergency room in a wheelchair. Not to mention there was a three hour wait. It was about 11:00 PM before I finally got in. Oh well. At least Family Guy and Futurama were on in the waiting room. For dinner... a croisant. Yup, against Passover, but there was nothing else there. So right now, I have an ACE bandage on my foot, am sitting down, careful to keep my right foot above the ground, and a pair of crutches on my right. If I had woken up two days earlier, suddenly in this situation, I would have been like, "WTF?" I finally got to sleep at 12:30 last night. Wow, that sucked. Somebody please get some notes or something for me. Oh yeah, i also need virus and bacteria notes faxed to me. Those were the days that I had pneumonia. So, the basic rundown. In the last 45 days, I have had two pneumonias and one sprained foot. Life's tough. Wow! This is the longest entry so far (I mean, the Albuqueruqe one not counted.) So, I have nothing more to say at the moment, so salutations for Walking Wounded #6 of 7B LA/SS.