How not to spend a Saturday night
In the ER, having your ankle x-rayed because you are a major klutz who feel down the steps getting off of the band bus eariler that night.
The prognosis? Bad sprain, nothing broken...but on crutches for a few days. Then in a brace for a few more.
At least I had good entertainment by the drunks being brought in for blood alcohol content checks.
2 comments:
Ouch! Sorry to hear about the ankle. Must've been a black cat somewhere.
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