As I was walking down the steps I twist and shout.
Some couple stopped and asked how I was? I thought that was a stupid question as I sat in silence and pain.
I didn't phone it in as I believe in finishing the job and not giving up. Plus some people I hold in high regard wouldn't pack it in. Why should I? I have to be destroyed, I will never quit when believing in a task or something.
The asinine questions didn't help either.
However, I have a nice John Wayne walk now. It can be described as the "Look out son that bad ass means business."
It was originally a sprained ankle. I found out yesterday it is sprained and I loss some bone as well, so some form of fracture the doctor said over the telephone gadgetry.
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