So Wednesday night, around 9PM, I was carrying some boxes of our Christmas village downstairs back to storage and missed a step (or two) and ended up flying down part of the stairs. I honestly don't know entirely what I did, only that I did it. In the five minutes it took for my husband to help me back upstairs my right ankle swelled up as if there was a baseball stored in under the skin. (It was the quickest and creepiest thing I've ever seen which is saying something after you've been through childbirth.) So off to the emergency room for x-rays and no it's not broken but viciously sprained and now I'm hopping around, eating advil and keeping it elevated every single second.
It's so bloody annoying and stupid that I still can't hardly believe it.
Here's hoping this is not 2009 saying hello, but rather 2008 giving me a swift kick as it leaves!
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January 2
2009
08:00 AM
Oh, NO!
It was definitely 2008.
2009 loves you already.