ah, my stupidity/clumsiness!
so, i arrived in malta wednesday. It is really beautiful, I've met some really cool people from all over the world, and we went to the beach on friday. i like it a lot.
unfortunately, i am currently unable to truly enjoy the awesomeness of malta. why? well, on saturday evening some of the aforementioned cool people and I decided to go down to paceville (where they have lots of clubs and bars). We had some drinks, went dancing, then decided to head down to this other bar where they also have hookah. We're all sitting on one of the couches that the bar has on raised platforms, talking, when I get up to use the bathroom. In true hayden-fashion, i hop down from the platform. But instead of landing neatly and heading off to the bathroom, my ankles buckle and i fall to the floor. i laugh at myself, feeling that i must be more drunk than I thought I was, and try to stand back up, only to find that my ankles really hurt. this is strange. eventually a couple of the guys take turns carrying me back to the taxi, and we go back to the residence, where i go to bed, figuring i have a sprained ankle. then i get up in the morning, attempt to stand up, and find it extremely painful. so we decide to call a doctor, i go to the hospital, have some x-rays done, and find out that my right ankle is in fact sprained--and my left ankle is fractured.
so, good job me! i finally manage to seriously injure myself, and it's on my fourth day in a foreign country. on the plus side, it's not very painful as long as i'm lying down. and i've been getting to have hot foreign guys carry me up and down stairs. well, i should go. i'll write again soon. hope everyone's doing good!
unfortunately, i am currently unable to truly enjoy the awesomeness of malta. why? well, on saturday evening some of the aforementioned cool people and I decided to go down to paceville (where they have lots of clubs and bars). We had some drinks, went dancing, then decided to head down to this other bar where they also have hookah. We're all sitting on one of the couches that the bar has on raised platforms, talking, when I get up to use the bathroom. In true hayden-fashion, i hop down from the platform. But instead of landing neatly and heading off to the bathroom, my ankles buckle and i fall to the floor. i laugh at myself, feeling that i must be more drunk than I thought I was, and try to stand back up, only to find that my ankles really hurt. this is strange. eventually a couple of the guys take turns carrying me back to the taxi, and we go back to the residence, where i go to bed, figuring i have a sprained ankle. then i get up in the morning, attempt to stand up, and find it extremely painful. so we decide to call a doctor, i go to the hospital, have some x-rays done, and find out that my right ankle is in fact sprained--and my left ankle is fractured.
so, good job me! i finally manage to seriously injure myself, and it's on my fourth day in a foreign country. on the plus side, it's not very painful as long as i'm lying down. and i've been getting to have hot foreign guys carry me up and down stairs. well, i should go. i'll write again soon. hope everyone's doing good!