Nov 30, 2007 21:09
Occasionally I have to leave the attic, like, to go to work. Or to get more coffee. And because I have no patience I have a tendency to go up the stairs and down the stairs at, pretty much, a dead run. Which is excellent cardio and will give you really awesome calves besides! Also, when it's cold outside I wear thick smart-wool socks -- can you see where this is going? -- which Risky Business REALLY well across my hard-wood floors. Under controlled conditions. Which is not at all the condition under which I fell down the stairs and sprained my foot this afternoon. Ha ha!
What's weird is that while falling wasn't great or anything, it didn't feel THAT bad so I headed into work as usual. It was only an hour or so after I'd been there that my foot started to hurt. And by the time I was ready to go I couldn't walk on it at all. Well, I guess I could've... but then there would have been all that screaming. I got my office pals to wheel me into the elevator and down to the lobby in my aeron chair where I met Al in a cab and died of embarrassment. No, not really. :D ...and rode home. Where I've been stuck on the couch for hours and I still can't walk all even though I'm all numbed up on motrin and wine.
And the cat was just playing with the bag of icy water draped over my foot and bit a hole in it. MISERY.