Watching my step as I went down a steep flight of stairs this morning, I noticed that there was a chunk of brick missing from one of the steps, but somehow I still landed my foot in the hole and rolled/twisted my ankle. I immediately sat down to take the pressure off and yelled expletives as I fought off the anger and urge to cry.
Now, here I am icing my ankle all day and rolling around on one of our office wheelie chairs. Only three letters can describe how I felt this morning, and they stand for three words that we use to describe when life sucks...I'll let you figure out the first letter...the other two are M and L. Comment below with your own injury story/stories or any recovery advice/home remedies you'd like to share.
(((HUGS)))
Gina Genesis @GinaOnTheMic
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