Life on the West Side

I was leaving a blissful lunch today with the taste of turkey and avocado still on my mouth and I must’ve been in la la land or something because I totally bit it in the parking lot walking back to the clinic. Like splat, flat on the ground, on my face. I was a little embarrassed but I thought I could shake it off and be cool. Turns out, I could hardly even get up. Somehow in the five and a half foot fall to the ground, I really badly sprained my ankle. So I gathered my thrown things and limped back into the clinic. It hurt, I was embarrassed and pretty close to crying. Blah crappy way to start a busy afternoon at the clinic.

Hey there, fatty! Lovin’ the new cankle you got going! (p.s. it’s the left one)

Meh, whatev, I’m a clumsy turd. But the thing that bothered me the most was that there were about FIVE people in the parking lot who saw me fall. FIVE people who saw my things fly everywhere and saw me struggle to get up and limp inside. And ZERO people offered help, asked if I was ok, or handed me my things. ZERO!

Are you kidding me?!?! Where is the neighborly love? Where’s the helping hand when a sister is on the ground?! Humanity, I’m really disappointed in you. And next time I fall and five people stand by and watch, I’m kicking them on my way back up. So hmph on you, world.

I suppose if I had to make a fool of myself and fall, I did it in the best place possible where I could hobble into the clinic with med samples, ace wraps and a doc who told me “Stay off it for a couple days.”

ha yeah. Stay off it… right. I’ve got clinical for the next two days that I can’t miss. I have an empty fridge that needs to be filled at the grocery store and workout dates I can’t miss. Guess I won’t be staying off it. (It is true that nurses make the worst patients…)

Mad face for being “off” the foot and at the punks in the parking lot

But the doctor I work with ALSO said NO WORKING OUT! Wahoo, I’ve got a legit excuse to sit on my hiney! Aaaannnd he said I need foot rubs, ice cream and the Hus to spoil me (Swear – doctor’s orders!) Ya heard, Merrick?

So even though there’s no neighborly love anymore, at least I’ll get a couple days of the SCB at my beck and call. Heh heh heh. (maniacal laugh, maniacal laugh…)

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