I advise you to refuse if anyone ever offers you one.
Yes, in a crappy, crappy month in a less than stellar year, today, while walking across the tile floor at the school from which I've been fired, let's not forget, and to which I'm forced to schlepp every day until the yearbook is finished, and I dislocated and fractured my ankle. Immediate, knee-jerk reaction made me grab my foot and pull it straight, and, since I happened to be in a classroom full of kindergarten aged little kiddies, my verbal reaction was, erm, subdued to say the least.
A friendly ambulance ride later, I was firmly esconced in the ER where I managed to wrangle some pain meds EVENTUALLY and some nifty x-rays that determined that I had an avulsion fracture of the fibula and a generally messed up right ankle. Given some scrips, a tight splint, somey shiny new crutches, and the name of an orthopedic fella, my daughter brought me home so I could lay here and pout.
Holy Hannah am I sick of this particular calendar year. Bright side? The pain meds are finally kicking in.
