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[winterbadger]

Dammit!

I was off to my sister's for the weekend. Late, of course, because I fell asleep in the afternoon when I meant to be doing some pre-trip errands, went off to do them and wasted an hour on one because the shop closes at 1pm on Saturdays (!!??) Hurrying to get my stuff in the car for the 3-hour drive, I trip on the front steps, spill all the presents I was taking my sister and nephews, and wrench my ankle. It hurts, but I get  in the car and try driving anyway. After half an hour, I realise that there's no way I can drive for three hours--it's either a sprain or a bad strain. Turn around, and of course it now takes me nearly an hour to get home because there's some godawful jam on 95. Bloody hell.

The cats are being very solicitous, but every once in a while they insist on stepping on the ankle, which hurts like hell. They look very offended when I shout.

I'm beginning to feel snake-bitten about travel.

Comments

[shy-kat.livejournal.com]

Ow! Poor you--take care of yourself!

[winterbadger]

Thanks, Miss Mel!

[shy-kat.livejournal.com]

Need a crutch? We have one around.

[winterbadger]

Thanks, but I'm doing OK with one of my hiking poles. I mostly just need something to take my weight when I walk around. Which I'm trying not to do much. :-)

Now, if you had a spare half gallon of milk lying around... :-)

[shy-kat.livejournal.com]

We can come over and bring groceries if you need it. No problem. Just give us a call. We're happy to help--I can always sympathize about a busted ankle.