Okay, that picture is hysterical. Unfortunately, my predicament is not. I got about ten feet from the front of my apartment building this morning and went flying on a patch of ice and heard this horrific popping sound as my foot twisted up underneath me and I smashed to the ground. I was able to stumble inside, decided it wasn't broken, and hobbled to work... stupidly, oh so stupidly.
Cuz now? Fucking agony. I am lurching around the office grabbing for surfaces to lean on, and can barely put any pressure on my left leg. It hurts even when I'm not standing on it.
I am a fucking cripple.
Cuz now? Fucking agony. I am lurching around the office grabbing for surfaces to lean on, and can barely put any pressure on my left leg. It hurts even when I'm not standing on it.
I am a fucking cripple.
It's not broken, I can stand on it, it actually feel best when I am standing straight up and the leg isn't bent at all. At the worst it's sprained, and I don't think it's even that... I am just being whiny. But it hurts! Oh it does hurt. I think I just twisted it badly.
But the non-seriousness of the injury will not keep me from complaining. Oh no.
Anyway, that's where I am this morning. CRIPPLED. Hope everyone else is well.
But the non-seriousness of the injury will not keep me from complaining. Oh no.
Anyway, that's where I am this morning. CRIPPLED. Hope everyone else is well.
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