Break a leg?
So I'm told that Jewish tradition involves breaking a glass at a wedding, not one's ankle.
What can I say? I'm an overachiever.
In other words, I went to Kerri and Andrew's wedding this weekend at a conference center in Essex, MA. Fifteen minutes after arriving, while descending some wooden stairs on a trail, my left ankle twisted beneath me and I tumbled down a few steps. I was immediately in immense pain, but I hoped I had only sprained it, and I soldiered on through the rest of Saturday and Sunday, heading back home after the wedding on Sunday night.
Today I went to the ER, where I found out I had in fact fractured one of my ankle bones (they didn't tell me which). It was minor, so they've just splinted it, gave me a prescription for Vicodin (!), set me up with an orthopedist, gave me crutches, and sent me on my way.
Now I'm going to sit on the couch, install Morrowind on my laptop, and make Matt wait on me hand and foot.
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