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Last time I ended up in Instacare, I walked into a pole and cut open my face. I swore the next time I got injured, I’d have a cool story. Instead, I trip in the grocery store parking lot and fall flat in front of several people. Someone asked if I was okay and I yelled without turning, “yes.” I grabbed my groceries and limped 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.
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