1/22/2004 10:56:43 AM|||Amy|||is the word that escaped suprisingly from my mouth the other night while I was out walking and stumbled over a tree limb. "Shit" or "fuck" is what should have come out. I'm kind of glad that it was "bollocks". I've been trying to restrain the sudden expletives that occasionally burst forth. I would hate to hear my five or two year old say 'bollocks,' but not as much as I would hate to hear 'shit' or 'fuck.' Anyway, my ankle turned to a ninety degree angle from my leg, and has rendered me incapable of walking any more normally than Quasimodo would. I stayed home from work yesterday to keep it elevated, and today I am just trying not to walk.

I am feeling a wee bit grouchy. I was a thousand steps away from reaching the daily goal of 10,000, according to my trusty pedometer, when the accident happened. Now, I can't walk recreationally at all, and I really don't think the new hobble wobble mode of locomotion I've adopted is burning many calories.|||107479111673249159|||"Bollocks!"