The answer is never.
But let me back up. First, I am OFF THE CRUTCHES! Woo! I threw those suckers down without a second look. I wish I could burn them or trash them, but I’m going to donate them to a charity that provides used crutches to kids who can’t afford them. Less avenging, but more humane.
So naturally, I decide I am totally capable of walking back to my apt to start packing. It’s about 1.8 miles roundtrip from FW’s. About halfway there I realized it was probably a tad too far, but there was no point in turning back. I got a bit done at my apt and walked [read: trudged] back. But ah, let’s not forget to mention the drunk man at 5:00pm smoking outside the bar who grilled me about what happened and told me that I should “really use the railing next time”. Genius! Why hadn’t I thought of that?!
Anyway, flash forward to now: splitting headache, nauseous, pained ankle. I feel like a wilted flower. It’s as if I just ran a really long run without fuel or hydration. And the worst part is that it’s all my fault. 100% overdid it and ignored all the warning signs. WHEN WILL I LEARN?
How was everyone’s weekend?? I had a fantastic time running around without my crutches feeling on top of the world! If only I had listened to that reasonable voice aka FW…
Anyone else have trouble listening to their reasonable voice? My reasonable voice is so quiet and incredibly easy to ignore!