I don't know how I manage it, but I have a tremendous knack for catastrophically injuring myself in the smallest of ways. Okay, perhaps this time it isn't catastrophic...or it is, but only relatively speaking.
I've sprained my ankle. Again. (Witnesses report that when this information was communicated to my family via word of mouth after I told my mother over the phone this weekend--prior to when they witnessed the watermelon-foot hybrid in all its glory--that my brother-in-law reported asked: "Did she fall off a Trax train again?")
No, indeed. This time I just...fell. On the way from my front door to my ride's car door. Apparently, the street and I aren't seeing...foot to ground. I had almost successfully reached the car when all of a sudden, I found myself not quite standing anymore. And with a decided pain in my foot.
But on the bright side: I now have something fascinating to watch. I'm intrigued by how swollen it gets. I'm intrigued by how many colors it turns. And I'm especially intrigued that I can press into the swollen part with my finger...and then watch the indentation stay for a few minutes.
Also, I'm glad this didn't happen while the weather was nice.
It's been four and a half years since I fell off the Trax train, so I suppose I might've been overdue for an injury. Here's hoping it will be another four and a half years before I break myself further.
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Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2007
A Story--for Kassie's Benefit
Once upon there was this girl named Confuzzled. She was practically perfect in every way (hee hee-rather like Mary Poppins except many people found Mary Poppins much, MUCH more creepy). Anyway, one morning this absolutely fabulous girl left the apartment she shared with another girl who was also practically perfect in every way and embarked upon a great journey - to the Trax stop that was a block away.
Confuzzled managed to get ON to the train with absolutely no incidents, except for that unfortunate zealous Christian guy who tried to tell her she didn't REALLY believe in Christ because she was Mormon, and everyone knows that Mormons aren't Christian. But after that, the ride was peaceful.Until she attempted to disembark from the train, when DISASTER occurred.
Her cute little strappy sandals with the kitten heels snagged on the top step of Trax. And since she was going home to visit her family and attend a trek meeting, her bag weighed much more than usual. She was, to be short, done for. She crashed onto the eagerly waiting cement (rather like a shark, this cement could smell blood and feasted on it), wrenching her ankle in the process. Then she walked a block to catch the bus. Then she walked three blocks to work after disembarking from the bus.
Finally, at 9:20-when she was suffering more pain than she'd like to admit-she kindly requested her co-worker to run her to the urgent care facility (her co-worker, coincidentally, was also practically perfect in every way). The doctor there told her she had sprained her ankle rather nastily, but hadn't broken anything and was, in fact, lucky that she had not fallen on her head instead of her ankle. (Confuzzled silently scoffed at this, because she already coped with a great deal of head pain) The doctor indicated the ankle SHOULD heal within a couple of weeks, but instructed her to return if anything else untoward happened or if the ankle had NOT healed within a couple of weeks.
Long story short (not), this dear girl is no longer practically perfect. Indeed ,she has been called a gimp more than once. If she had a camera, she would have taken pictures of her atrociously swollen ankle and ferociously bruised legs, but alas . . . you shall have to imagine.
Confuzzled managed to get ON to the train with absolutely no incidents, except for that unfortunate zealous Christian guy who tried to tell her she didn't REALLY believe in Christ because she was Mormon, and everyone knows that Mormons aren't Christian. But after that, the ride was peaceful.Until she attempted to disembark from the train, when DISASTER occurred.
Her cute little strappy sandals with the kitten heels snagged on the top step of Trax. And since she was going home to visit her family and attend a trek meeting, her bag weighed much more than usual. She was, to be short, done for. She crashed onto the eagerly waiting cement (rather like a shark, this cement could smell blood and feasted on it), wrenching her ankle in the process. Then she walked a block to catch the bus. Then she walked three blocks to work after disembarking from the bus.
Finally, at 9:20-when she was suffering more pain than she'd like to admit-she kindly requested her co-worker to run her to the urgent care facility (her co-worker, coincidentally, was also practically perfect in every way). The doctor there told her she had sprained her ankle rather nastily, but hadn't broken anything and was, in fact, lucky that she had not fallen on her head instead of her ankle. (Confuzzled silently scoffed at this, because she already coped with a great deal of head pain) The doctor indicated the ankle SHOULD heal within a couple of weeks, but instructed her to return if anything else untoward happened or if the ankle had NOT healed within a couple of weeks.
Long story short (not), this dear girl is no longer practically perfect. Indeed ,she has been called a gimp more than once. If she had a camera, she would have taken pictures of her atrociously swollen ankle and ferociously bruised legs, but alas . . . you shall have to imagine.
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