Tonght I took my Little Sister out for dinner, at that very fancy restaurant whose initials are JITB. Good old Jack is the biggest corporate sponsor of Big Broters/Big Sisters, and they give all new pairs of Bigs/Littles (because that is what we are called now, Bigs and Littles) these little coupons for free food so we can hang out and get to know each other.
(And let me tell you, that little girl can put it away. She straight ordered an Ultimate Cheeseburger and ate pretty much all of it. I think she's about to have a growth spurt or something.)
Anyway, after dinner we decided to walk over to the grocery store and see if they had any cool nail polish colors for us to stock up on for future nail poilishing adventures. And I was not paying attention to where I was walking and....oh, you can guess what happened next.
Yep. Stepped in a pothole and fell. AGAIN. Scared the daylights out of my Little Sister, too. Didn't break anything this time, at lest, but I seem to have sprined the heck out of my right ankle.
The ankle which happens to have been my GOOD ankle. Because my left ankle, the one I broke 5 years ago? It has been bothering me off and on over the past couple months.
Luckily for me (and my ankle) I've been through this often enough that I was able to come straight home, dose myself with some Aleve, and kick back in the recliner with my foot up and covered in ice, followed by digging out my ankle brace and putting it on. I am a total RICE Protocol Expert. I'm a good person to have around when you hurt yourself, because I have had to take care of my own self so many damn times.
But hey, at least I didn't break my wrist again, right?
Right.
(And let me tell you, that little girl can put it away. She straight ordered an Ultimate Cheeseburger and ate pretty much all of it. I think she's about to have a growth spurt or something.)
Anyway, after dinner we decided to walk over to the grocery store and see if they had any cool nail polish colors for us to stock up on for future nail poilishing adventures. And I was not paying attention to where I was walking and....oh, you can guess what happened next.
Yep. Stepped in a pothole and fell. AGAIN. Scared the daylights out of my Little Sister, too. Didn't break anything this time, at lest, but I seem to have sprined the heck out of my right ankle.
The ankle which happens to have been my GOOD ankle. Because my left ankle, the one I broke 5 years ago? It has been bothering me off and on over the past couple months.
Luckily for me (and my ankle) I've been through this often enough that I was able to come straight home, dose myself with some Aleve, and kick back in the recliner with my foot up and covered in ice, followed by digging out my ankle brace and putting it on. I am a total RICE Protocol Expert. I'm a good person to have around when you hurt yourself, because I have had to take care of my own self so many damn times.
But hey, at least I didn't break my wrist again, right?
Right.
Labels: clumsiness, life
2 Comments:
Oh hon... *wince* Glad you didn't break anything, though!
Stop doing that!
Ack! No more potholes for you, young lady! Hope it's all better soon. (And I was so going to make an obscene reference to JITB, but since you took a little girl there, I will refrain. This time.)
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