tripping over myself
Originally published at kendrak's attack. You can comment here or there.
file this one under: kendra’s a klutzy moron.
i was coming back to the library from the office accross the hall as i often do when i’m in a good mood- skipping and whistling. it’s a good way to stay awake. just as i was about get to the door, right in front of the water fountain, my right ankle locked up and i fell on the floor. this was when the library director turned the corner to go into the library and ask me something. instead she saw me smack the floor. it hurt. my ankle, my arm, my knee, and my ego.
i got back to my desk and explained to a student what the noise was and why i was grabbing my ankle. the director made sure i was ok, and warned me about extreme skipping. my ankle’s still a bit stiff, but it’s not sprained or broken. i will not give up skipping.