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So I was sitting here poking at the internet, with my right leg curled up underneath me as usual. I decided I was hungry and ready to cook dinner, so I got up, and oh! My leg! It was asleeeeeeep.
No problem! This happens alllll the dang time. At least daily. It's the hazard of sitting on my legs like I always do.
So I step towards the kitchen. Only, I can't feel my right leg below my knee. Huh, I hate when that happens. Oh well, sally forth!
Oh, what's this? My foot didn't actually move? It just flopped when I lifted my leg to step forward? Well, that certainly is a problem.
And that's when I tripped over my toes, twisted my ankle awkwardly, and landed hard on my knee. Let out a high-pitched yelp, too, like I always do when I surprise myself with injury.
Then I laid there on the floor for a minute, sort of wallowing in the "owwwwwwwwwww"ness of it all. Tesla came over and licked my forehead, and gave me a sort of "why are you on my floor?" look. Thanks, Tesla. So helpful.
I ended up not cooking. I sort of limped around my kitchen and heated up some frozen manicotti. My ankle still hurts. I'm gonna have a nice bruise on my scraped-up knee, too. Stupid toes. Always getting in the way. They are soooo not getting a Christmas card this year.
(I'm feeling a lot better today, except for the ankle and knee)
edit: To add to the gracefulness that is ME, I just squirted apple juice up my nose. Smooth, indeed.
No problem! This happens alllll the dang time. At least daily. It's the hazard of sitting on my legs like I always do.
So I step towards the kitchen. Only, I can't feel my right leg below my knee. Huh, I hate when that happens. Oh well, sally forth!
Oh, what's this? My foot didn't actually move? It just flopped when I lifted my leg to step forward? Well, that certainly is a problem.
And that's when I tripped over my toes, twisted my ankle awkwardly, and landed hard on my knee. Let out a high-pitched yelp, too, like I always do when I surprise myself with injury.
Then I laid there on the floor for a minute, sort of wallowing in the "owwwwwwwwwww"ness of it all. Tesla came over and licked my forehead, and gave me a sort of "why are you on my floor?" look. Thanks, Tesla. So helpful.
I ended up not cooking. I sort of limped around my kitchen and heated up some frozen manicotti. My ankle still hurts. I'm gonna have a nice bruise on my scraped-up knee, too. Stupid toes. Always getting in the way. They are soooo not getting a Christmas card this year.
(I'm feeling a lot better today, except for the ankle and knee)
edit: To add to the gracefulness that is ME, I just squirted apple juice up my nose. Smooth, indeed.
