I suck. (Or at least I seem to be too dumb for walking.)
Because I'm too stupid to walk down a couple of stairs. Yesterday, I wanted to sent off schnelmi from Hauptbahnhof and was even kind of mindful when walking down the five storeys (I gave up wearing a bandage around the knee a couple of weeks ago because it was getting on my nerves and even despite it still hurting when trying to bend it further than a certain angle and sometimes also when walking etc. I figured it would never get better if I didn't give it the chance to work on itself actually). And then came, already outside, the very last step. Which was, in a quite literal sense, my downfall.
One moment schnelmi was asking if someone could take one of her bags and the next I step down, hear a weird noise and feel pain shooting up from my ankle. Then I'm sitting on my ass and thinking OMG THE FUCKING KNEE GOT HURT AGAIN I BET IT DID until I realize that the knee is basically fine (at least not worse than it was before) but that OMG THE FUCKING ANKLE FUCKING HURTS. It ended with me walking all five storeys back up again (no elevator... at all), putting the foot up and being none too happy about the egg that was growing out of my ankle.
So I limped to the doc's this morning (I'm just kind of glad they didn't laugh at me right away and ask why I actually kept trying to use my legs if I totally suck at it anyway...), got an x-ray (do surgeons have some kind of x-ray fetish? From the look of it it was pretty clear that it was most certainly not broken) and an AirCast for four weeks (he suspects a torn ligament... another one? *head desks) and sick leave for one week. Apparently, the rule now is "Every year another limb" *head desks
(I so totally need a head desk icon... I might have to steal this one fromlittlesammy
)
PS.: But maybe... I can get to write another SGA/Army Wives crossover this week. Mh...
One moment schnelmi was asking if someone could take one of her bags and the next I step down, hear a weird noise and feel pain shooting up from my ankle. Then I'm sitting on my ass and thinking OMG THE FUCKING KNEE GOT HURT AGAIN I BET IT DID until I realize that the knee is basically fine (at least not worse than it was before) but that OMG THE FUCKING ANKLE FUCKING HURTS. It ended with me walking all five storeys back up again (no elevator... at all), putting the foot up and being none too happy about the egg that was growing out of my ankle.
So I limped to the doc's this morning (I'm just kind of glad they didn't laugh at me right away and ask why I actually kept trying to use my legs if I totally suck at it anyway...), got an x-ray (do surgeons have some kind of x-ray fetish? From the look of it it was pretty clear that it was most certainly not broken) and an AirCast for four weeks (he suspects a torn ligament... another one? *head desks) and sick leave for one week. Apparently, the rule now is "Every year another limb" *head desks
(I so totally need a head desk icon... I might have to steal this one fromlittlesammy
)
PS.: But maybe... I can get to write another SGA/Army Wives crossover this week. Mh...