falling over: the Limerick edition
I like to test the diverse effects of gravity in different countries and continents. normally with the help of a curb.
While walking home from the atmospheric, smoke-free, Tom Collins pub after one, well two, actually three, definitely not four pints of Smithwicks, while crossing the road I tustled with the uneven curb and ended up sitting in the gutter
Passerby: Are you alright?
Wendy: I’ve twisted my ankle
Passerby: No dancing for you tonight then!
I scooped myself up and hobbled home. Once back in the US I hobbled myself to a medical center to be triaged by my fabulous nurse:
nurse: what have you done this time?
Wendy: twisted my ankle, I wasn’t skiing, just crossing the road
The last 3 times we met she confirmed that I had broken a bone during a fall while downhill skiing. She’s recommended that I stick with cross-country skiing. No broken bones. I have got the ankle wrapped-up in fancy medical bindings with streamline black velcro.