Boring life
I decided my life has been pretty boring for the past 6 years or so since I broke my wrist, and I decided this subconsiously as I was walking back to my car after dropping off the rent check and since I was tired of being bored I tried out my flying act again. Unfortunately I didn't know my own weakness (lack of wings), or how hard pavement is and scraped up my palms, knees and twisted my ankle so that it went "Oh no...oh no thankyouverymuch." Well. That didn't go very well, so I got into my car and drove away. Took a nap, woke up and was unable to put any weight on said ankle. This is Not Cool(tm). Call a bunch of different people to try to get someone to take me to urgent care, no one was answsering their phones, go fig. Finally got a hold of Lauren who took pity on me and picked me up. We went to the Urgent Care on Franz Rd..Cleveland Ave...161...Morse Rd, and Hamilton, all of them being closed cause Hey its 7 pm on a Sunday! We gave up on that idea and went to Mt. Carmel East since it was closest. They have a very nice lobby in their ER. TV, little tables, religious propganda for Jehovah's Witnesses, and wheelchairs! Four hours, one wheelchair, one naproxen, two crutches and a splint later I was back on my way home. Sprained ankles suck. A lot. Crutches suck even more.
Lesson learned: I still cannot fly.
I'm now home after a looong day at work and I plan on curling up with my pint of Edy's Butter Pecan ice cream and watching TV...with ice on my ankle...and giving death glares to the crutches of hell.
Lesson learned: I still cannot fly.
I'm now home after a looong day at work and I plan on curling up with my pint of Edy's Butter Pecan ice cream and watching TV...with ice on my ankle...and giving death glares to the crutches of hell.