Well, apparently I am. This morning, I decided it would be an awesome idea to go for a walk with my dog. I ended up running, partly because I felt like it and partly because I was getting tired of her pulling. My dog has no self control, even though right now she's under my mother's bed sleeping...
But I managed to trip on a stupid pine cone lying on the side of the road and fell and now my ankle is swollen, the right one, the GOOD one, and my knees and hands and scraped up. And I thought today was going to be awesome because it would be the first day of the summer that I got to be in the house all by myself.
In short, it sucks and I need a rewind button. It just hurts to move my toes. Almost a year ago, I broke the other ankle on a trampoline. Are you seeing a pattern? I have weak ankles, I suppose, or I just have no coordination and hurt myself in a variety of ways because I don't look where I'm going and I'm stupid.
Join the pity party, please. And this is after almost a year of depression medication, too! I impress myself so much sometimes.
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