Friday, October 03, 2008
I fell down the basement steps yesterday. I missed the second-to-last step and fell face forward. Don't worry, my million dollar face is okay. But I sprained my left ankle. I talked to my brother-in-law (the nurse) and I told him about the swelling, the slight bruising, the mild pain. He asked if I could walk on it. I told him I could. He said it was probably a mild sprain. He told me to ice the ankle for 15 minutes at a time, to rest, to get an ankle brace/ compression wrap.
As I was falling down the steps I thought: I'm falling like Juanga.
Someone just texted me: Good thing your an ankle saluter by nature! Foul. I'm not going to name this person. I don't want this person to get hate mail. Don't worry, Manuel, I won't tell the world you sent me that nasty text.