As Quackers so loves to tell me, I'm a Muppet. I rolled my ankle on Glastonbury Tor Saturday, at 518 feet above sea level. And then London's broken cobblestone did me in tonight. It's the same ankle I broke in like 7th grade, have had issues with it ever since. Regardless, it hurts like a muthafucker, and I'm considering sawing it off with a plastic knife. I might really have to break down and get a pimp cane.
In other news, navigating this city whilst gimping about is pretty shittastic. Oh, what's that, you can't do stairs? here's 153 of them,and the escalator's broken.
In other news, navigating this city whilst gimping about is pretty shittastic. Oh, what's that, you can't do stairs? here's 153 of them,and the escalator's broken.
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username3240965:
Yeah, crutches are not great... can make your muscles really weak and then rehab is a mayor problem. Take care girl! See you tomorrow?
username3240965:
Oh! Enjoy 