clumsy me
So, today was... interesting...
Morning was usual, my human rights lecture was cancelled, so I slept in a bit, then tried to write my paper, but only ended up watching clips on youtube (the bane of my existence). After a relatively enjoyable morning/afternoon, I headed off to my first class of the day, art history. It was a nice day, so I decided to wear my pretty sandals(kitten heels). I was slightly late, so I was rushing a little bit, and then, going down the stairs, in front of a big tour group, I slipped and fell. I said f*ck really loudly, not good for the tender pre-frosh ears nearby (and their parents). I couldn't move my leg so the tour guide told me to stay still and ran off to call for help. She came back and proceeded to joke about my pain.
Tour Guide: To the group, So you see, Barnard is a really great community. We always try to help eachother out.
Random father who's still holding on to my shoulder for no reason: hahah so did you plan this?
TG: *nervous laugh* yeah, of course.
Me: *sardonic, painful laugh* yep, I twisted my ankle just for your benefit.
Meanwhile, security saw me lying there, and called for a wheelchair. By then, I was able to move my leg. Before getting in, this security guy asked me a bunch of questions about how I fell, maybe they'll put rubber mats on the stones now. They hoisted me into the chair, and then some guy took me through the tunnels of death the kitchen to health services. There, he transferred me into the health services wheelchair (boy, that was fun) and left me to the mercy of the receptionist, who glared at me as if I meant to twist my ankle and how dare I come down to health services after I did.
After an hour of waiting, I finally got to see a doctor. Luckily nothing was broken, but she still had to fit me for crutches, I think I already have sores from using them improperly (the doctor tried to teach me, but it's hard to do in heels!). I also had to pay a deposit on them. wtf? I should sue the school for letting me fall in the first place! Then, I had to make my way back to my room as Crutchy McCrutcherson. I was defeated momentarily by a flight of 4 stairs, but I picked myself up and kept on going.
And for the rest of the night, people kept stopping to say, "Oh my god, what happened to your foot? Are you alright? I'm so sorry. Feel better!" as if I had some kind of terminal disease. Jeez, it's a twisted ankle.
But I gotta say, my roommate and friends have been very awesome slave drones, getting me food, coffee, and helping me limp with pride.