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Chronicles of a sprained ankle: learning about patience

It’s been a tough couple of weeks, and not just because of my recurrent bouts of acute I-miss-the-X-files-initis. Because however great he is, Dean Winchester does not compare to Fox Mulder (sorry, Jensen), and even if demons’ inherent evilness sends chills down my spine (or is it the devilish grins of the Winchester brothers? Sometimes… Read More Chronicles of a sprained ankle: learning about patience

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Chronicles of a sprained ankle: Even Oprah agrees

While I did not seek a diagnosis from Oprah on my ankle, I did get a link to a lovely article reviewing one of her latest shows, which happens to be about rudeness. And if the last couple of weeks leaning less than gracefully on a crutch have taught me it’s that people are RUDE.… Read More Chronicles of a sprained ankle: Even Oprah agrees

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Chronicles of a sprained ankle: two weeks and a crutch later

It’s funny what time can do for a person. Because time, my friends, has slowed down to the pace of a woman struggling because of a less than adequate amount of upper body strength to three-step it through the rush hour crush which allows her to cover in twenty whole minutes a distance one covered… Read More Chronicles of a sprained ankle: two weeks and a crutch later

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Chronicles of a sprained ankle: an epiphany

Most people aren’t mean; they are just unaware. Totally and completely unaware. I had this epiphany today while I was once again trying to manoeuvre my way through dense (in more ways than one) crowds with crutches, getting frustrated at the fact that so few people were careful not to knock my crutch (it happened… Read More Chronicles of a sprained ankle: an epiphany

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Chronicles of a sprained ankle: The three-legged walk

I downgraded from two crutches to two days ago! And while walking with one crutch is physically quite exhausting, mentally it’s surprisingly relaxing. The reason why is that I have to walk with a certain rhythm; I have to first put the crutch down, then place my foot right beside it, then, leaning on my… Read More Chronicles of a sprained ankle: The three-legged walk

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Chronicles of a Twisted ankle (and mind, perhaps)

Unfortunately, today’s issue of the Chronicles of a Twisted Ankle isn’t too cheerful. Perhaps it’s the darkening days, the gloomy day or the fact that by the time I got home, I was soaked; but perhaps it has to do with the fact that every nice thing people have done for me since I got… Read More Chronicles of a Twisted ankle (and mind, perhaps)

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Chronicles of a sprained ankle: the case of the ‘stolen’ eggs

Everything is so much more complicated when one is on crutches. For example, I went to buy eggs today. As I hobbled into the grocery store, I realized that I hadn’t thought out how I would bring the eggs to the cash. So I took a plastic bag from the front, thinking that I would… Read More Chronicles of a sprained ankle: the case of the ‘stolen’ eggs