It's been a week of minor yet embarrassing injuries for me. I got cuts on my bottom after a rogue launch pushed me off the ramp and into a thorny patch. I got stung by a bee while dressed in a banana costume. And yesterday, I wiped out and sprained my ankle in front of mather.
I was walking with Gabe after lunch when the pavement went out from under me and I tripped on a crack, causing me to fall and twist my ankle. Typical. I just wanted to sit there for a minute because it hurt (I also scraped up my knee and hand) but a pair of random ladies appeared out of nowhere with much unrequested advice. They immediately pulled me to my feet and bossed me around, saying I should call the medical office (is that a thing?), file a campus safety report, and that this happened because I was wearing sissy shoes. I was wearing flip flops, so I was pretty confused all around. Basically they forced me to do the opposite of what I wanted so I was glad when they went away. I eventually headed down to the trainer and it turns out I sprained my ankle. It's supposed to go away on its own over the next week, so I declined to wear the boot.
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