Twisted Ankle

I fell on a crack and twisted my ankle.

We're moving our office into temporary quarters on the same floor. When our old office was originally created, the floor was extended by adding 10' of some substance which was different from the existing floor. It didn't take long for the two substances to conflict. Thereafter, there was a pronounced ridge where the two floors met and over time, this ridge increased to a full vertical inch in height differential.

It was never a big problem since the ridge was very close to the edge of our desks. While occasionally it might cause you to stumble, with the desks were right there it was easy to catch yourself.

This morning both desks were moved to their temporary homes. The ridge is now fully exposed. While carrying an armload of binders (blinders, more likely) I twisted my left foot on the ridge and down I went. We have everything in our first aid kits except tensor bandages so I'll be hobbling around a bit.

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Anonymous said…
Gosh, you have it COMPLETELY wrong!It's "step on a crack, break your mother's back" not "step on a crack, twist your ankle".

Hey... wasn't "twisting your ankle" and old euphemism for getting pregnant? Do you have some amazing news to share?! LOL.

FD
7:30 AM
Haloranch said…
If that were my news, there'd be a huge star rising in the East...!
11:37 AM
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