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saoneHave you ever come down a darkened stairway, and most of your brain says "There are two steps left," but the part of your brain that controls your foot says "There's one step left," and your foot listens to the part of your brain obviously not connected to your eyes, and you come down hard on one foot, and you hear something snap?
Yeah, me neither. 'Til this afternoon.
*sigh*
Ow. Again.
I figured the best thing to do was ice it and keep it elevated. I'll call the doctor in the morning. Will probably have to go for x-rays. Hopefully I won't need a cast, 'cause, yeah, 100+ heat indexes and me with my foot encased in plaster. Whee.
Yeah, me neither. 'Til this afternoon.
*sigh*
Ow. Again.
I figured the best thing to do was ice it and keep it elevated. I'll call the doctor in the morning. Will probably have to go for x-rays. Hopefully I won't need a cast, 'cause, yeah, 100+ heat indexes and me with my foot encased in plaster. Whee.
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Date: 2004-07-07 10:44 pm (UTC)Hey,
-moving around? ewww! And here I was thinking I was incapable of being grossed out.
-You know a great cure all? Writing Graham/Xander. Espescially writing Graham/Xander with your old pal Wirrrn!!
Gav!
btw-
*grimace* Yeesh. *pats giant, killer bug on the head*
:purrs in a nonetheless macho, vaguely menacing fashion:!