LADIES! and maybe gentlemen, who am I to judge?
A little advice, for those who care about that sort of thing: shave your legs regularly! You never know when you're going to sprain your ankle and wind up in hospital having your pasty, hairy calves manhandled by some cute Scottish doctor or other. Hm. *nods wisely*
Also: please be advised that exercise is officially bad for you. Yes. This heinous injury was caused by the ill-advised borrowing of
dandywalker's skipping rope, in a halfhearted attempt to not turn into a large block of lard. Won't be trying that again. Good God, and little girls do this sort of thing for fun?!? I was forced to crawl, sobbing (in a strong, quietly resigned sort of way, obviously) across the floor until I reached the phone. Um, and I had to get my mum to take me to the hospital, and when we got there she made me get in a wheelchair. And so there I sat, filled with shame and gratitude in more-or-less equal measures.
But hey! I don't have to go to work tomorrow! Clouds, silver linings, etc.
Oh yeah and I made a Scully icon.
Also: please be advised that exercise is officially bad for you. Yes. This heinous injury was caused by the ill-advised borrowing of
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But hey! I don't have to go to work tomorrow! Clouds, silver linings, etc.
Oh yeah and I made a Scully icon.
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(Anonymous) 2005-08-07 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)may I borrow the skipping rope next?!
poule x
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*hugs* I avoid exercise as it is definitely dangerous, ill-advised and, more importantly, hard work.
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Hmmm.
Re: Hmmm.
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never skip again. by order.
*hugs you and stuff*
ps today at the zoo we saw the hugest duck ever with about seven ducklings squashed underneath. *that* duck needed the skipping rope, not you. i took a picture for you.
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*never skips again*
I hart giant ducks. :)
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Having sprained both ankles on several occasions, I sympathise.
Mind you, skipping? What were you thinking???
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Sprained ankles are horrible, horrible things, and skipping ropes are nearly as bad. I hope it recovers quickly and that you don't sprain it again a week after you think it's better.
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Alas, I cannot take your advice, since razors bring out a rash on my legs (but oddly, not armpits or bikini line) and so one is trapped by waiting for hair to be long enough to wax.
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Feel better soon. *sends you cyber-chocolate*
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I would sent you frozen peas but by the time they got there they would be all soggy. Mmm peas.
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And as others have said, better to have one's hairy legs manhandled by a cute doctor than an ugly one.
Perhaps walking or low-impact aerobics might be in your future rather than skipping rope. I used to love the latter as a girl but I often wonder if I am still capable...hee. Skipping rope can also hurt when the rope hits you in the face...which is why I never opted for one of the chain ones...heh.
In any case, I hope you are feeling better and can possibly make a follow-up visit to cute Scottish doctor when you're legs are smoother. :P
xoxo
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Thanks for your kind wishes, my dear. :)
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However, as for your Scully icon that made my day as I'm going through an impromptu Scully adoration! :D
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hope you feel better soon hon.
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You know the one time I was taken to the hospital in an ambulance (car accident) I was wearing old, torn underwear. I feel your pain. *G*
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boo.
I'm glad you're ok. And that you had a Scottish doctor giving you the Willoughby treatment!! *rowr*
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Thanks, dear. :)
Cos there might be kids reading this. . . .
However to show you I'm not resentful at all I wish you a speedy recovery and I do hope they gave you good drugs.
Ehm Good drugs for the pain off course.
Tonde
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First off hope your ankle is doing good now!
I totally feel your pain. I was at my Godson's birthday party last year--which happened to be at a skating rink--and was thus surrounded by a big group of 5-7 year olds on roller skates. During the Hokey Pokey I happened to lose my balance whilst putting my right arm in and tripped over my own feet. Turns out the *crack* I heard was my ankle breaking and I then happened to subject the poor RalphFiennes-Look-a-Like-who-was-my-Doctor to my not recently shaven legs. A lot. Because happened to have to have surgery on it and the yummy doc was the guy doing the operating. Oi. At least the drugs helped to dull the humiliation.
So, must definitely support your advice whole-heartedly!