the Dalaverse

Well, it was only a matter of time, and I've been wobbly all week. Tonight I finally took a spill in my new shoes, through no real fault of their own but because I cannot be persuaded to wear shoes that don't break my weak-ass ankles. It's not bad -- mildly painful and swelling, but not x-ray bad. Mostly it was only embarrassing. There were a few people walking back who called out if I was okay. I felt like Lara Flynn Boyle in "Wayne's World" where she flips her bike over a car. "And she's okay!"

Now where the fuck is my fucking Ace bandage? Or the brace that velcros, I don't care. Unfortunately I fear I've left all the ankle paraphenalia at home. I have my knee brace, but it's a bit big for my ankle.

ETA: found the Ace (the good one, no less), am ambulatory, off to dinner.