SouthLeft

Crap. The Saints end their winning streak to the Dallas Cowboys and I get a broken ankle.  Lucky me.

On Saturday, while watching my Saints get run over by the Cowboys, a blizzard was sweeping through the north east.  It started coming down about mid-day and by the time the game was over, the streets and sidewalks were covered.  After saying goodbye to some friends, I embarked on my 1 block trek home.  These cajun legs must not be snow equipped because not 10 steps in the knee deep snow I misstep and bust my ankle.  Not even realizing that it’s broken, I walk the rest of the way home and ice it down for the next day.  It wasn’t until the morning of the second day that I decided to see a doctor.  Even he thought it wasn’t broken, but after a few x-rays the final verdict was indeed a broken ankle.  A minor break, but definitely a break.   :/

Not the best way to spend Christmas or the New Year, but I guess it could’ve been a lot worse…