Apparently the foot is nothing much. I just need to take ibuprofen and go back if it gets any worse. I can still exercise, if it's the bike or an elliptical machine, so after my stint with Health Services (which resembles nothing so much as Canadian health care) I headed to the gym for stretching and a good shower.
At the moment, outside my window, eating clubs are raucously inducting new members. It's sweet, in a bellowing-at-the-top-of-your-lungs way.
Tonight I'm going to see the freshman one acts with a whole crowd of friends, including I'm-Not-From-Canada-Girl, who I had tea with this morning after not having seen each other for several months, which was sad, considering she was my closest friend during CA, probably.
The rest of the weekend involves reading, Persepolis, reading, writing, free sushi, reading, writing, reading. Wish me luck (and a happy leg)!
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A man walks into a doctor's office and asks the doctor to inspect his leg. The man says, "Here, put your ear to my knee."
The doctor puts his ear to the man's knee and hears very faintly, "Come on, can I have five bucks, just five bucks?"
The doctor steps back in horror, and the man says, "I know, but it gets worse. Put your ear to my shin." The doctor puts his ear to the man's shin and hears very faintly, "Come on, can I have ten bucks, just ten bucks?"
Once again, the doctor stands up, very perplexed. The man then says, "If that surprises you, put your ear to my ankle." The doctor puts his ear to the man's ankle and hears oh so faintly, "Come on, can I have twenty bucks, just twenty bucks?"
The doctor then stands up and says, "Well, I can I make just one conclusion. Your leg is broke in three places."
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