It’s been a week since I left Denver, and phew! I’m tired! I overdid it, and my back is KILLING ME.
This week as been the clumsiest of my life…
On Tuesday, I signed the lease on my new apartment. As I was walking out of the leasing office, I stepped off the curb and I guess I stepped on uneven ground or something because my ankle rolled and I hit the pavement. Hard. For a second I thought I may have broken it. It was one of those pains where, when it hit, my entire body flushed and then I was covered in a cold sweat.
It sucked.
My left knee also looked like raw hamburger. I haven’t had a skinned knee like this since I was seven and on my first bike!
It’s also my first ever sprained ankle.
To make matters worse… the swelling was going down, so I bought one of those Ace bandage ankle sleeves… Because my ankle was so swollen, it was difficult to put on, and I got impatient. I yanked too hard and ended up ripping my thumbnail off.
Not fun.
But!
I now have a couch and a rocking recliner. Still no bed though.
And I live alone.
What more can a girl ask for?
