for a smart girl, i’m really NOT that smart sometimes
I am probably the worst person when it comes to taking care of myself (when injured or sick). I will go into work with full-on tonsilitis because there’s work to be done. I will ignore flu symptoms and subject my co-workers (much to their chagrin) to my germs just because there’s a project that’s due.
This weekend and first half of this week, I have failed to let a sprained ankle slow me down. OK, maybe Saturday I spent the majority of the day in my apt, but I was still hobbling around instead of just sitting, resting, and keeping it elevated.
On Sunday, I brilliantly went out to breakfast and walked around in the morning. Then in the afternoon walked to Central Park (about 3/4 of a mile round trip) to spend a few hours with a friend to enjoy the glorious sunshine.
On Monday, I hobbled into work, hobbled out of work, hobbled to dinner, hobbled home.
Tuesday, I hobbled to and from work. When I get home, take a look at my ankle and see purple. A whole lot of purple. The swelling went down some, but it’s still there…
Today, again hobbled to work. The past two days it didn’t really hurt when I walked. It only bothered me going up and down stairs. Now, it actually hurts when I walk. And going up and down stairs is a little like torture.
Think I could actually take proper care of my injury like a normal person should? Nope.
I am a grade-A dumbass.