I may have....*sigh* fractured or broken a bone in my foot rolling my ankle to the inside. Spent a few hours afterward working a community food event and hobbling around but now that I'm home, my foot won't tolerate any weight pretty much whatsoever. Won't know until tomorrow when I go get an X-ray at urgent care what the actual damage is. But based on just breaking my motherfucking arm three months ago, I have less than 0 confidence it's not at least a fracture. I was damn near unable to walk at all barefoot once I got home and sat down for 20 minutes then tried to get up again. Wearing thick sandals is at least helping me hobble again. NGL, as I was sitting on my couch panting from hopping on one leg across my apartment, I had a little bit of panic set in. Thinking: how the fuck am I going to even get out to the parking lot hopping on one foot. If I was half was physically fit as I am now, I'd be in "call a friend to take you to the ER" territory. It's not bad enough that it can't wait until morning. Just wish the urgent care literally 5 mins from me was open so I could go to bed tonight knowing what I'm dealing with.
Starting to wish for a padded cell to save me from my own clumsiness. I'm getting too fucking old for this shit! Am I cursed? Am I raking in tons of accumulated bad karma? Am I just a dumbass? I dunno, but I want to stop being hurt please!
(If anyone remembers my story about how I broke my arm.....wait for it......I rolled my ankle while while stepping down off a ledge and making eye contact with the same chick that was present when I broke my arm. How is that for irony/spookies.)