Well, that sucked.
I severely sprained my ankle rafting. Acutally, the sad part is it wasn’t wasn’t even rafting: I twisted it about 270 degrees on a rock when we were scouting the big rapid.
Luckily, I didn’t break anything, and the sprain is on my left (i.e. non-driving) foot. But I’ll be on crutches for at least a week, and since the rest of my trip was hiking…well, I’ll be back in LA saturday.
I mean, it was frustrating as hell, but it certainly could have been a hell of a lot worse. I’m just glad the damn thing’s not broken.
And I don’t have to be back at work for another week, so I can just chill with my foot in a bucket of ice instead of having to hop around the Fox Lot, so that’s a small saving grace.
Anyway, I wish I could record audio on my Swiss Army Phone, because I could sing you my mom’s family’s traditional birthday song.
Here are the lyrics. Bear in mind they’re Irish with a very dark sense of humor. This should be sung roughly like a funeral dirge:
Oh Happy Birthday
Misery and despair
People dying everywhere
Okay, it’s much funnier sung. But it was certainly going through my mind sitting in the Durango ER tonight, waiting for my X-rays.
I hope to hell this isn’t a sign of the year to come. If it is, I should just find myself a cave now and not come out until I turn 26.