Calamity Is My Middle Name
Tuesday: I was grocery shopping, trying to be ever-mindful of healthy options (cos of getting FAT), when I saw that naked tilapia filets were on sale. I made a mad dash to the freezer, slamming the end of my foot into the side of the shopping cart wheel. I hit the floor and stay there for five minutes, then hobble to the check-out line, where I collapse again under waves of nausea. Get checked out, then wheeled out to the car. Few hours later, after the screaming pain didn’t subside, I went to the ER for an xray. Nothing was broken, but I am afraid I just might lose a toenail over the whole ordeal.
Wednesday: Skip class cos of walking hurts like a bitch.
Thursday: Go to class. Hobble around campus, slowly, because none of the fucking busses are stopping for Lil Miss Bum-Foot. It only hurts if I step the wrong way (which I do often), but it could be worse.
Friday: Nursing a hangover most of the morning. The rest of the day is uneventful.
Saturday: Now that my foot feels better, I decide to try out my new bike (bought for health reasons, cos of getting fat). I hop on, and I don’t even make it past the house because a rather comical display of stupidity and shoddy workmanship. I lose my balance, so I pedal to try and balance again, but the chain slipped off the gears and I lose control, crashing into an embankment and twisting my ankle with a loud POPPOPPOP on the way down. Lucky for me, I didn’t make it far from the house so my screaming was easily heard. Bike was thrown into the truck unceremoniously, and I hobbled over and slide in the front seat, and head over to the ER. Again. For the second time this week. For the same goddamned foot. ARRGH.
Good news, it isn’t broken, according to the ER doc. Which surprises the hell out of me, with all the noise it made. Just not allowed to put any weight on it for about five days. Which is good, because I can’t. Thank goodness Dad had some crutches hiding in the garage. I’m not entirely sure what I’ll do about class next week, seeing as if I can’t use crutches well. I can get around the house just fine, but trying to do all the walking I do campus on crutches is a good way to make yet another trip to the ER for a sprained wrist on top of everything else. Arrgh.
We’ll see how tomorrow goes. See if I can stay out of trouble… hah.