Derby afterparty

Girls, beer, dancing, legwrestleing. And may have been suckered into
being the coach.

Interesting night.

On a side note, this week marks my 3rd month of not drinking. It's
working out pretty well. Not really missing it. Feeling more fit.
Clothes are looser.

It also marks about 2 and a half weeks on a cane. Hopefully my ankle
heals solid, right now it's still a little soft.

Oh, did I mention liz? She makes me happy. Mostly on a good person to
talk to. I don't have many of those anymore.

break-free ankle

it's not broken. serious sprain with ligament damage. crutches for a few weeks.

jolly.

Hospital visit.

So... why is it that when I'm having a shitty day, it seems to find a
way of getting worse?

I was at derby practice, and a fluke slip caused my ankle to give and
twist. I felt about 4 "pops" as my foot bent over and I fell to the
floor like a jenga tower. And now? I'm at shands AGH (just now got a
room) and I'm waiting to be seen. I see x-rays in my future.

Dianya just left, she brought me some food, and offered to drive me to
my car. She's kinda cool sometimes. Most noteably tonight.

I have an asston to do tomorrow at work, this is just a hiccup. It
shouldn't effect me too much. And by next week I'll be on crutches, and
maybe even a cast. Yay.

In jax for derby. Lunch at flats.