This is my foot. It’s all fucked up. It hurts like all Hell and is seriously pissing me off.

On Saturday evening, after watching a movie, I headed down the stairwell of my building to step outside for a smoke. As I neared the stairs, I whipped out my trusty BlackBerry and started composing a tweet. Memory escapes me as to what.

Eyes and attention on my phone, my brain decided that I’d reached the bottom of the stairs and I stuck my foot out, expecting to encounter floor, only to find that I hadn’t reached it yet and had two more steps to go. Down I went.

I managed to not bail completely and landed upright, but my left foot folded in at the ankle. Not a pleasant feeling. At first, I suspected I’d broken a bone or three, but as I stood with the pain settling in, I found I could walk okay. I smoked a butt and went back upstairs, passing the evening a little bit sore, but otherwise fine.

In the wee hours of the next morning, I awoke in serious pain. I tried getting up to grab some painkillers, only to find that I could not put any weight whatsoever on my left foot. I’d sprained the living shit out of it. I could move only by holding the wall and hopping on my one good foot.

I spent the majority of Sunday with my ankle wrapped in an ace bandage, propped on pillows and icing the shit out of it, hoping for improvement. By the end of the evening, I could sort of limp around instead of hopping, but I still needed to hold onto something for balance.

This morning, I tried again to stand up, only to find myself pretty much back where I started, hopping and in a lot of pain.

So here I am, not at work, bored out of my skull. After spending the morning elevating and icing, I ‘m seeing a marked improvement. I can stand normally and put most of my weight on the foot and I now can move about, but very slowly and with a pronounced shuffle. It sucks, but at least I’m getting somewhere.

I’m pretty sure that if I wake very early tomorrow and start icing, I’ll be okay enough to make it through the commute to my desk in Manhattan. Granted, I’ll be a fucking charity case cripple, but at least I’ll have some use.

That said, I’ve learned my lesson. Twitter is addictive. Twitter is fun. Twitter is good. But, one should not Tweet while descending stairs, crossing the street, operating a chainsaw or performing a triple bypass. It’s just asking for trouble.

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