Owie.
Owie owie owie owie owie owie owie!
Guess who sprained her ankle? ;.;
You know, you'd think, living in a city, that the council would salt the pavements.
Ohhhh no. No, nobody would do something as sensible or considerate as that.
I was very very lucky though. (A), I went down very close to the house, so I didn't have far to limp. (B), there were two girls passing when I fell and they were very nice and supported me back home. (C), Joanna knew first aid and was able to figure out that no, I hadn't broken anything; which was good because we later learned that today is fracture clinic day, so we'd never have got near X-ray anyway. And (D), it was Linda's day off. I knew having an emergency nurse in the family would pay off ^.^
But of course today would be the day that I receive notice that I've got an overdue library book which I haven't actually read yet >.< And it's on inter-library loan so I can't just phone up and ask for an extension.
So, anyway, got my ankle in a tubigrip, got instructions to make sure I walk on the foot to keep the ligaments strong, got painkillers by my side, and Best of All, a cast-iron excuse to avoid going to that PhD meeting where I might have to explain to my supervisor that I haven't written anything more since Christmas. >:6 I am so lazy and unmotivated. And then I panic that I didn't consider the whole thing properly enough, and I'm never going to be able to do all the work I need, and will just let everybody down, especially my supervisor, and even more especially the grants body who've given me all the money I need to live on >.< Unfortunately the guilt transforms into more apathy, which engenders panic, which engenders guilt, and the cycle repeats ad nauseum.
So, must go now and try to read this book today, so I can get Joanna or Pamela to return it to the library.
Guess who sprained her ankle? ;.;
You know, you'd think, living in a city, that the council would salt the pavements.
Ohhhh no. No, nobody would do something as sensible or considerate as that.
I was very very lucky though. (A), I went down very close to the house, so I didn't have far to limp. (B), there were two girls passing when I fell and they were very nice and supported me back home. (C), Joanna knew first aid and was able to figure out that no, I hadn't broken anything; which was good because we later learned that today is fracture clinic day, so we'd never have got near X-ray anyway. And (D), it was Linda's day off. I knew having an emergency nurse in the family would pay off ^.^
But of course today would be the day that I receive notice that I've got an overdue library book which I haven't actually read yet >.< And it's on inter-library loan so I can't just phone up and ask for an extension.
So, anyway, got my ankle in a tubigrip, got instructions to make sure I walk on the foot to keep the ligaments strong, got painkillers by my side, and Best of All, a cast-iron excuse to avoid going to that PhD meeting where I might have to explain to my supervisor that I haven't written anything more since Christmas. >:6 I am so lazy and unmotivated. And then I panic that I didn't consider the whole thing properly enough, and I'm never going to be able to do all the work I need, and will just let everybody down, especially my supervisor, and even more especially the grants body who've given me all the money I need to live on >.< Unfortunately the guilt transforms into more apathy, which engenders panic, which engenders guilt, and the cycle repeats ad nauseum.
So, must go now and try to read this book today, so I can get Joanna or Pamela to return it to the library.