Hi there.Guess where I'm going after work today?
No. No, not there either. Come on. One more try. Yes. Yes, that's right, I'm going to see a doctor at the hospital today. My foot is that messed up.
No Tony, it's not your fault. But if you wanna make it up to me, you know where I live and some of the foods that I like. In case you don't know that, I like haagen-dazs ice cream in vanilla (how exciting) or ben and jerry's heath toffee crunch in vanilla. I was online last night until about 9pm or so talking with the Jian crew in talktv.ca's chatroom. My foot was dangling off the chair. When I got offline, I walked out into my living room and sat down, thus elevating my ankle. I didn't realize how swelled my foot was from the ankle down until I lifted up the pantleg and compared it to my left leg. It was twice the size. Not a good sign.
So after some lengthy and hearty crying to my father, I asked him if he could take me to Crystal Run, the medical clinic he went to get checked out at while he was in the hospital this past Christmastime, and he agreed he would. I'll be going after work today.
In light of the Jian chat last night, or at least at the beginning, I just need to know - how many times do I have to declare that I'm over the guy?
Ugh. I have to go. I'm in pain and I'm in charge of 9 year olds today. This could be lethal.
Something to ponder: Is *everyone* in diaryland injured this month?
