I did this to myself *facepalm*

[elspethdixon]

So, this week I twisted my ankle extra-badly n the stairs at work, stopping just short of an actual sprain (it's swollen and bruised, and I really probably should have been on crutches at least the first day after it happened). I did it to myself, too - I was running down them to try and get to the door quickly enough to tell the new employee whose fingerprint I was registering in the bioscan door lock to put his finger on the scanning pad before the computer program that registers new fingerprints timed out. (to add insult to injury - subsequent attempts after I was sitting at the computer desk with my foot on the desk and an icepack and he had borrowed someone's cell phone proved that he's one of the small percentage of the population who has fingerprints too faint/indistinct for electronic scanners to pick them up, so the whole thing was useless anyway).

I have to walk to work. About 1/3 of a mile, in fact, since it takes at least ten minutes when walked quickly. And I never realized until this week how much of my job involved running around the office, up stairs, down strairs, over to the next building, jumping up to answer the door, etc.

Thankfully, it's now abut half-healed, but I now have extra sympathy for all those sprained and broken ankles my mother's had.

Comments

[lilacsigil]

Ow ow ow! I'm glad you're half-healed and hope the other half proceeds smoothly.