I’m such a klutz. On Thursday, I fell and sprained my ankle. I knew it was pretty bad, but I was able to get up and walk on it. But then, ouch! I couldn’t get out of bed on Friday. I ended up in the ER, and found out I had chipped a bone and torn lots of little muscles in my ankle. I was given an air cast and crutches and told to stay off of it as much as possible for a week.
You may think that would have given me the perfect excuse to write, but it hasn’t. I’ve been tired, bored and miserable sitting home alone all weekend with my feet propped up. I feel like I’ve been sucked into this void of nothingness recently; injuring my foot was only the tip of the proverbial iceberg. My morale is so low it feels like my brain is in a fog and I can’t make myself come out.
I’m such an independent person that not being able to go anywhere is really bothering me. It also means that I don’t get to go out to coffee shops and be around people, listen in on their conversations, and use that to get my creativity going. I live in such a fascinating neighborhood, full of such diverse people, and I can’t even go out and experience it!
The doctor said my ankle should be better in a week. In the meantime, I’m doing school work and only venturing out for class tonight and Wednesday night. Someday, hopefully, I get my mojo for life (and therefore writing) back.
