I blame this on Kevin.
So, I was taking a walk yesterday evening to take in the coastline (which there is a shit-ton of, being on a peninsula and all) and taking pictures. I was getting cold and the sun was going down, so I went back to the house I'm staying at. Locked. Well, I figured I'd keep walking then.
NOPE.
About five feet from the house, I stepped wrong on the edge of a pothole and screwed up my ankle. There were some fun cracking/crunching noises and a lot of swearing under my breath until I got into a sitting position back at the house and waited for someone to come back home.
A half hour later, they did.
I am, yet again, Gimpy McGee, and weirdly not because of my knees. I just hope that there's nothing seriously wrong with it since it still bloody hurts.
Thanks a lot, Kaji.
PS: Bow-chicka-bow-wow found me on Facebook. Oh dear.
NOPE.
About five feet from the house, I stepped wrong on the edge of a pothole and screwed up my ankle. There were some fun cracking/crunching noises and a lot of swearing under my breath until I got into a sitting position back at the house and waited for someone to come back home.
A half hour later, they did.
I am, yet again, Gimpy McGee, and weirdly not because of my knees. I just hope that there's nothing seriously wrong with it since it still bloody hurts.
Thanks a lot, Kaji.
PS: Bow-chicka-bow-wow found me on Facebook. Oh dear.