...Because my ankle is broken. I had to wait until I was 45 to break my first bone. What's up with that?
And if I wasn't uncoordinated enough already, add crutches to the mix and here I am the spaz trying to make it down the aisles of Walgreen's to get my prescription (and Ben and Jerry's, thank goodness for small favors). If I don't fall again during my "recovery" and break more bones, it will be a miracle.
This is going to take some getting used to. And it's all my own damned fault though every nurse I spoke to copped to falling off her shoes at one time or another and twisting her ankle. None of them were fortunate enough to break a bone however. I guess I'm just lucky that way.
By the way, something went awry with Typepad on the previous post and, for some reason, one cannot leave a comment there. So leave them here because I LOVE to get comments (and I need extra love right now; I'm in chagrined humiliated pain after all).