Now I mildly sprained or twisted my ankle.
Because if running 26 miles won't sideline you, a trash can leaking oil as you rush to the elevator sure will.
|Disgusting slime oozing from can that I slipped on. I flew through the air! |
Dramatically! Yet managed to hang on to my coffee!
And you know why I was running to the elevator, instead of taking the stairs, like any rational human being? Because the stairs have been roped off for days for repairs, which in and of itself is a huge hazard. What if there is a fire?!
Anyway, I've been compressing my ankle, and it seems better, but it's still painful to stand in heels or wedges, so don't come by my pharmacy if you want to see someone dressed up in cute heels.