This morning, I'm walking out the door to go to Praxis. I'm excited, I'm ready for the day.
BOOM.
On the ground. In the mud. I twisted my ankle. Can't walk. At all. No weight. My friend is an absolute angel. Got me inside, made the calls I needed to make, called my Uncle (EMT) to see what needs to be done. I'm on the couch with it elevated and ice on it. Stupid!
Seriously? Is this happening now? Just before I'm about to have the most exciting fun weekend ever? I was so ready to go on this adventure, by myself, all by myself to New York! SERIOUSLY?
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