Last time I ended up in Instacare, I walked into a pole and cut open my face. I swore next time I had an injury, I’d better have a cool story. Instead, I trip in the grocery store parking lot and fall in front of about five people. Dang that smooth, well-paved parking lot. Someone asked if I was okay and yelled back, “yes” as I gathered up my groceries and limped/ran back to my car. By the time I got home, a goose egg had developed on my foot. I didn’t even know that was possible. When my toes went numb, I figured it was time to see the doctor. Luckily with only one week until opening day, I had only a torn ligament. It didn’t even hurt that bad after the first few days, and I had a foot that matched my nail polish just in time for the holidays. I did get to have this lovely conversation with the nurse, however.
Nurse: How did you hurt yourself?
Me: I tripped and fell.
Nurse: Over what?
Grumpy me: My own two feet.
Nurse: What were you doing?
Increasingly embarrassed me: Walking.
She continued with the questions, and I finally said, “I’m sorry. I wish the story was more interesting but I tripped and fell.”
At least I have proof of why I should be skiing and not walking.