Sometimes I make myself nervous. I have a drinking-related injury. That's a problem. Thursday night we went out for Amy's birthday, and I managed to twist my knee while doing the limbo.
I hate the limbo.
What's scary is that it didn't hurt that night. I'm guessing it's sprained, but I don't want to go to the doctor. But maybe I should go to the doctor because I'll get fun meds. But that's not the right reason to go to the doctor.
What else is scary is that it's Monday, four days later, and I still can't walk right. And I bet that's because I went to Manhattan Saturday night to go out for Amy's birthday, again, and stayed out all night. Of course my knee didn't hurt then, but I wasn't doing the limbo or anything. Thank God.
I have issues.