OW OW OW OW OW
So to avoid bleeding money by paying for parking at the university I bought some bus passes. I've never really used public transit so I made sure I knew where the route went and all that and the ride went very smoothly.
Except my exit from the bus on the way home. I had to really push against the door to get off and my ankle, the one I sprained a little over a week ago, couldn't take the force with which I stepped down onto the pavement and it just rolled over like cheese.
That's right, I took a faceplant off of a city bus. I am SOPHISTICATED.
Dramatic re-enactment:
I staggered to my feet and even though I had jeans on I managed to take a layer of skin off my knee which, go me. I hobbled to the bench and called Chris who was 45 minutes away from being done work and he came to get me, even though I was only a few blocks from my house because I did not want to hop and limp all that way home.
My foot and ankle hurt so, so badly, I can't really walk on it and it's puffing up and turning green and vile again. Yay for re-injuring myself in the lamest way possible. Well, almost the lamest way; falling over my aunt's front doorstep because I was focused on the broken ziplock bag of pork chops in my hand was pretty fucking lame.
This has been the Autumn of Epic Fail for me in terms of my bumbling.
Except my exit from the bus on the way home. I had to really push against the door to get off and my ankle, the one I sprained a little over a week ago, couldn't take the force with which I stepped down onto the pavement and it just rolled over like cheese.
That's right, I took a faceplant off of a city bus. I am SOPHISTICATED.
Dramatic re-enactment:
I staggered to my feet and even though I had jeans on I managed to take a layer of skin off my knee which, go me. I hobbled to the bench and called Chris who was 45 minutes away from being done work and he came to get me, even though I was only a few blocks from my house because I did not want to hop and limp all that way home.
My foot and ankle hurt so, so badly, I can't really walk on it and it's puffing up and turning green and vile again. Yay for re-injuring myself in the lamest way possible. Well, almost the lamest way; falling over my aunt's front doorstep because I was focused on the broken ziplock bag of pork chops in my hand was pretty fucking lame.
This has been the Autumn of Epic Fail for me in terms of my bumbling.