August 16, 2004 :: 4:34 p.m.
stupid clumsy fragile human meatsack
I had big plans for today. Well, maybe not so much "big" as just "plans," but still, there were plans! I had plans. I was going to head home and do all of my dirty laundry and towels, spend some time with Adam before he went to work, hang around at home with the animals and possible Joe, and then pick Adam up after work and bring us both back here. See? Plans. Except none of that actually got done, because while I was carrying my laundry downstairs I managed to take a big fat fall and hurt my left ankle/foot
really bad. I mean, I don't think it's broken, but it fucking HURTS. I can hardly walk on it now, and this is after a few hours of ice, elevation, and ibuprofen. When it first happened I had to just kind of sit for a while, because I was really sweaty and lightheaded and perilously close to vomiting.
Yay.
I called Adam and my parents, and Adam came up for a little while before work. I feel kind of bad that he drove all the way up here, but at the same time I was really glad to have him. I mean, I had to fucking HOP up the stairs. All two flights of them. It was awful. And then I discovered that if I put a bit of weight on the heel of my left foot I could kind of walk in a way that's only excruciating instead of unbearable. Gah. But pain or no, I am still taking my ass down those stairs and getting gas and driving to Harrisburg to pick Adam up tonight. Because the only thing worse than whatever the fuck I did to my foot would be if said whatever the fuck ruined the planned sleepover goodness. That? Is just not going to happen. I'll slide down the stairs on a pillow before that scenario even comes close to being birthed into reality.
Anyway, I'm going to sit my gimpy ass back on the couch and read some more. God bless the public library, is all I can say. Not that I can, you know, walk there right now or anything.
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