Last Monday, I went on a really nice trip. Not to Mexico, or a fantastic bike trip, but the kind where the floor seems to come at your face far to rapidly.
I was sitting on the couch with my foot up, and then my mom called me for dinner. Apparently dinner seemed really exciting because in my rush to get up stairs, I tripped on the coffee table and landed on my post surgery foot.
I still can't put weight on it. I hope I didn't do something inside where the surgery was...
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