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Saturday, August 6

I fell

I was walking down from the sidewalk, Froggy squeaking and rolling around in front of me, I didn't stop to rub is tummy as I usually do, I walked past him. Just as I was stepping down the one step before you get to my door, Froggy ran past and I don't know if I did that cat owner instinct thing that tells us, under no circumstances do you step on the cat, or if I was distracted from him flying past but I fell. I twisted one foot then the other - I couldn't tell you how - but now I've got scuff marks on my left foot and weird swellings on both. My ankles hurt like mutherfuckers.

I sat on the ground for a couple of seconds and thought, "Please don't let anything be broken."

I just talked to Joe and he thinks I should call an ambulance, bless his heart. I can't call for help because I fall down, go boom. I have weak ankles always have. I had sprained my ankles all throughout my childhood, especially when ice skating.

I took a pain reliever but I think I need another, it's been an hour and I still hurt. I might take a nap too.

No, you can't be me, don't even ask.

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