If you haven’t yet checked out how I spent my day on Friday, I recommend you head over here for a nice, solid chuckle at my expense. You’ll get a lot more out of this post if you do. Or maybe it will more hilarious if you check out the pictures below then go read what I did to myself? I’ll let you decide. 🙂
Folks, this is where is all came down. And by all, I mean me…crashing to the ground from the terrifying height of…5.5 inches. That’s right. The step which I fell from was all of 5.5 inches from the ground. I measured. Basically, stretch your index finger away from your thumb and you get a good sense of how far I fell. (Technically, how far I didn’t fall.) Combine the injuries with the height and, well, this is pretty much Hall of Fame worthy klutziness.
Damage to the left:
Damage to the right:
Criss-cross! Criss-cross! Cha cha real smooth, y’all.
(Sorry, couldn’t resist.)
See how swollen my right foot was? Sheesh.
You know why this happened right? It’s because my toenails were a hot mess. It’s akin to the “always wear clean underwear” adage. I am usually pretty good about feet upkeep. See what happens when you let it slip? You have to show your feet all around town during seasons when you think they are safely tucked away in boots for a solid 4 months.
After a rough time getting around last weekend, I am feeling pretty good. Both sides ache if I am on them too much and steps are still tough. But apparently steps are always tough for me or else I wouldn’t be in this predicament! Haha.
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