Alas. I went and picked up my air-cast this morning, and lemme tell you - this thing is like buttah. Walking, while still tedious and lumbering, feels much better. Now I just have to figure out how I get my insurance company to pay for it. Hmm.
Oh, I guess I should say what's wrong, since I wasn't here yesterday to explain. Ankle's just sprained. Not too awful. Just awkward for a bit. It hurts, and I stayed home from work yesterday and kept it elevated and iced, which was nice. I watched an endless marathon of shitty T.V. (Queer Eye? Check. Oprah? Check. Stacy and Clinton on What Not To Wear? Check. Oh, who am I kidding. I LOVE Stacy and Clinton.)
Anyway... yeah. That's where I am. Now I'm... here again. The boyfriend's gonna kick my ass, cuz I forgot to bring the fancy icepack he brought me last night to work with me today. Sigh.
Oh, I guess I should say what's wrong, since I wasn't here yesterday to explain. Ankle's just sprained. Not too awful. Just awkward for a bit. It hurts, and I stayed home from work yesterday and kept it elevated and iced, which was nice. I watched an endless marathon of shitty T.V. (Queer Eye? Check. Oprah? Check. Stacy and Clinton on What Not To Wear? Check. Oh, who am I kidding. I LOVE Stacy and Clinton.)
Anyway... yeah. That's where I am. Now I'm... here again. The boyfriend's gonna kick my ass, cuz I forgot to bring the fancy icepack he brought me last night to work with me today. Sigh.
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