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deathpixie) wrote2001-09-07 08:46 pm
deathpixie) wrote2001-09-07 08:46 pm
That's it, I give up on today...
Can I just say the last twelve plus hours have completely sucked arse?
About five minutes after I left chat and my last entry, I went offline and went to get up so I could start orgainising myself. I'd been sitting with my foot underneath me, as is my wont, and the silly thing had gone to sleep without my noticing. Somehow I managed not to notice that the numb foot I was about to put my entire weight on wasn't actually flat on the floor, but sorta angled sideways. There was a very loud CRUNCH and I basically took out the entire ankle. BRM came in shortly afterwards to find me lying on the floor going 'ow' a lot.
I've iced it, and strapped it, and done the rest of the first aid-type stuff, and at least I can walk on it now. But it still hurts, quite a lot when I move it in certain directions. I feel like a complete and utter moron.
Added to that, the lift down to Melbourne tonight has been delayed. I had to call the hostel and cancel the booking I'd made for tonight. When I told BRM that I had hoped to go to escrima training in the morning, he told me I didn't have the right to complain, as I was the one without a car. I didn't bother pointing out to him that if I'd known earlier about the delay in transport, I would have made arrangements to catch the train down - the last one has already gone. No point: he doesn't give a rats about me or anything I want to do. I had to cook dinner tonight, because someone was checking their email and is the world's slowest typist. On a sprained ankle, no less.
Yas, Andraste, I will be there in time to meet you tomorrow morning, even if I have to drag myself down to the station at O-my-God AM and get the train. I'll miss training, but with the ankle, I doubt I'd have been able to go anyway. I can't say how pissed off I am about that.
I'm going to bed early - it's the only way I can be sure of surviving whatever the rest of this day from hell has in store.
About five minutes after I left chat and my last entry, I went offline and went to get up so I could start orgainising myself. I'd been sitting with my foot underneath me, as is my wont, and the silly thing had gone to sleep without my noticing. Somehow I managed not to notice that the numb foot I was about to put my entire weight on wasn't actually flat on the floor, but sorta angled sideways. There was a very loud CRUNCH and I basically took out the entire ankle. BRM came in shortly afterwards to find me lying on the floor going 'ow' a lot.
I've iced it, and strapped it, and done the rest of the first aid-type stuff, and at least I can walk on it now. But it still hurts, quite a lot when I move it in certain directions. I feel like a complete and utter moron.
Added to that, the lift down to Melbourne tonight has been delayed. I had to call the hostel and cancel the booking I'd made for tonight. When I told BRM that I had hoped to go to escrima training in the morning, he told me I didn't have the right to complain, as I was the one without a car. I didn't bother pointing out to him that if I'd known earlier about the delay in transport, I would have made arrangements to catch the train down - the last one has already gone. No point: he doesn't give a rats about me or anything I want to do. I had to cook dinner tonight, because someone was checking their email and is the world's slowest typist. On a sprained ankle, no less.
Yas, Andraste, I will be there in time to meet you tomorrow morning, even if I have to drag myself down to the station at O-my-God AM and get the train. I'll miss training, but with the ankle, I doubt I'd have been able to go anyway. I can't say how pissed off I am about that.
I'm going to bed early - it's the only way I can be sure of surviving whatever the rest of this day from hell has in store.