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| Tuesday, January 24, 2006 |
| And I Wasn't Even Reading Camus |
Right. So I got home from work today fully intending to scrub the grout in the bathroom, having bought bleach this weekend specifically for this purpose. I was almost looking forward to it. Well, ok, no, but I was going to do it.
I went into the kitchen to get a trash bag to kneel on.
I came out of the kitchen, heard something pop and crack, felt my ankle turn and promply fell flat on my face. I didn't trip. I didn't crash into anything, but something obviously happened. I seriously thought I was going to faint. . .or throw up. I thought I was going to have to call my roommate and have her come home and take me to the emergency room.
Right now I'm lying on the couch with my foot up on two pillows. It doesn't seem to be swelling or bruising and I can pretty much walk on it, but it fucking hurts.
I do have a history of ankle issues, from my skating days, but I haven't had any problems for a long time. What the hell?
Wonder if this will bring out the foot fetish people again?
UPDATE: I think all is well. In talking to one of the biomechanics at work, he said I probably snaped my tendon over the joint when my ankle rolled (hence the popping noise) and it snapped back and now it's just sore from all the activity. |
posted by LoRi~fLoWer
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Sorry to hear that you hurt yourself yet again. And yes... your tale of foot/ankle woe has "intrigued" me. But I'll keep it at that. Hope you're OK.
-Kevin
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Sorry to hear that you hurt yourself yet again. And yes... your tale of foot/ankle woe has "intrigued" me. But I'll keep it at that. Hope you're OK.
-Kevin