After reading last night’s blog entry, I realized that it made no sense. I did have a bad day. Blah. The Coach was away, so I went to the store to get all the tasty things he doesn’t eat: fancy cheese, pistachios, olive tampanade and crusty bread, and a bottle of wine.
I did trip over the cat and fall out of the chair, but not at the same time. The chair rolled out from under my ass and I fell, but didn’t hurt myself. Danger Kat got under foot while I was going up the stairs to take a shower and sleep. That’s when I managed to inflict damage on myself. Now, my ankle is good and swollen. It feels hot even though it is cold in this house. And, I really can’t bend it very well. The Coach – King of First Aid – says sprain/strain and to ice, ice, ice it. Ugh.
