I was walking home on Tuesday night from Maura's apartment (we watch 'The Gilmore Girls' together, and yes I watch the Gilmore Girls) minding my own business when the unthinkable happened.
I twisted my ankle because of my iPod and my not so new haircut.
How is that possible, I sense you are thinking. Let me explain.
Whenever I listen to my iPod as I walk, which is pretty much all the time, I get wrapped up in the music. It becomes the soundtrack of my life, or at least of that walk. I am wrapped up in a little cocoon of They Might Be Giants and nothing gets in. Normally this is fine, however, when coupled with a new haircut this spells disaster.
Ok, so the haircut isn't all that new, but I had no idea how it would change my own self image. Whether it is true or not, I feel like I look much better with short hair and as such I sometimes develop a 'bad ass persona.' Of course, when I'm involved being a bad ass means that I look straight ahead as I walk and pay no mind to whatever the sidewalk situation might be. I'm too good-looking for anything bad to happen to me, right?
Apparently not.
There was a massive crater in the sidewalk that I didn't see, since I'm a bad ass and all, and my ankle took one for the team. Now, I'm sure you've had a twisted ankle or two and you're thinking, 'They aren't that bad.' Not when they happen to you, they aren't. I'm a large man, so when all my weight shifts to one poorly placed ankle, and said ankle rolls over itself, it freakin hurts!
I limped my way home and went to sleep hoping it would heath thyself.
It didn't, so I called in sick (though I imagine it really was calling in injured). Even though I felt fine, other than the damned ankle, I slept most of the day (what's up with that?). I am happy to report that my ankle is feeling much better (I would it is 90% fine), and I will be going into work tomorrow and I welcome all ankle related activities.
Life is pretty tough when you're as good-looking as I seem to think I am.
