26 December 2012 | By: Victoria Escobar


So I fell on black ice today. NOT a pleasant feeling at all. No sir, not one bit. 

Bruised my knee up and banged my wrist around.  I went down to the urgent care and waited. . . and waited. . . 

Anyway. After being tortured but the doctor than again by the xray technician, the verdict is: my wrist, thankfully, it NOT broken.  It’s just badly bruised. 

Now I’m walking around in a brace that makes me look like I have a severe case of carpal tunnel. I suppose that’s better than a broken wrist. 

So far I have fallen in some way every year for the last three years.  Winter in the North bites. I think it’s time to move south. >_<  


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