It took us two hours to get our acts together to go to the hospital. It took me about 30 minutes to realize that my right ankle was seriously injured. I was a little bit intoxicated. The first problem was that I was so trashed I thought that I couldn't dial the phone. It turns out the phone is broken.
If you've tried to call me since Friday, it didn't work. I know, and I am sorry. I'm going to work on that today.
Josiah carried my sorry injured ass to the cab, took me to the hospital, and waited with me through almost everything. He had to leave before I got to though cause he had to work on Saturday. I was at the hospital until 4 am. When he left, he took my house keys with him. So, the driver had to take me to Josiah's house first. I got home around 5 AM.
I can't walk for a week at least.
My ankle looks so gross.
This not being able to walk thing is really hard. Not that I could cook anyway, but trying to cook and not carry anything or hop with it in my hands and not spill... well, it's tough. Also, working is hard. Simple tasks like making photocopies... well, the problem there is the problem with most of this stuff... simply that I cannot carry anything. Taking out the trash. Straightening up my living room.... It's all so hard!
What an exciting weekend I had. Okay, Friday night I had a lot of fun. Well, until shortly after the ankle injury. Really, I don't think it bothered me that much for the first hour afterwards. So, by then it was Saturday. No car, no walking, no phone. Lots of pain. I am sure you can see why it was hard to have fun after that.
Actually, I did nothing and talked to no one Saturday and Sunday. Just me, the couch and the cat.