Over the past two weeks, I've learned the following valuable life lessons:
(1) People will have pity on you if you're broken. Some may even offer to do things they don't ordinarily like to do. For example, cat-people may offer to walk your beast of a dog.
(2) You should go to the doctor on a regular basis. If you wait, oh, say, four years between visits, the doctor is likely to find a greater number of things wrong with you. You will then have to go to a myriad of appointments with specialists.
(3) When your metabolism shoots through the roof, you can eat whatever you want. You will, however, be the hottest (and not in the good way) and sweatiest person. Ever. It's gross.
(4) Swallowing a radioactive pill (prescribed by your doctor) does not make you glow in the dark.
(5) Labrador retrievers do not understand crutches.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
After yesterday's game against Albany, I am now the proud owner of a spiral fracture in my right ankle. I have a 9am appointment on Monday to see if they need to put pins in my fibula. Hooray. I'm out for the rest of the season and my parents are out of the country for two more weeks. I can't walk the dog on crutches, so I need to hire a dogwalker. I know you're all jealous.
Posted by Wunderhund at 9:02 AM