Apr 27 2009
I am a knobhead. Yep, I admit it. I am stupid on a level so high they call it the stupidly high level for stupid people.
While out on Saturday, rather than wait for people to move or ask them politely to ‘excuse me’, I thought the better course of action would be to walk across the table. I was ever so slightly wrong.
Down I came to a crashing halt, sending DailyDaydreamer halfway across the floor and sending my ankle in a direction it most definitely didn’t wish to go.
In all sorts of pain and with the help of Lottie, I hobbled outside. I am not sure why I went outside – as far as I’m aware fresh Dublin air isn’t known for spontaneously healing sprained ankles.
And so, I continued with my evening, limping around like a fool, occasionally pausing to check my swollen ankle and my bruised ego. I survived the night, but could not walk at all on Sunday.
Today, I can walk. I am still in a lot of pain and my foot is still twice the size it should be, but it is getting better.
So, there you have it. I am a knobhead. And I’m back. 🙂