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Sprained my ankle about a month ago, slowly recovering.
It still gets swollen at the end of the day and some movements hurt a bit.
I cannot run yet, neither jump or wear heels. Zero f*cks given for the heels - never been a fan anyway.
I'm really grateful for being able to walk again though, you cannot believe how much you appreciate body functions you normally take for granted until shit happens.
Apart from the bad mood I had during the first days - did I say that I had to cancel a trip to London? ,
I realized I felt like a sack of potatoes : I had to use crutches and after a few steps my armpits were hurting, my weight seemed to be unbearable! Not to mention the heavy breathing and BF being all the time like "hey, you should really drop off, you're too heavy to carry after a while, besides you'll look sexier too"
Seriously, not nice. Don't care if this is a silly joke - my way of understanding jokes is that no matter the case, there's always a little truth beneath.
And C'MOOON, my BMI is 25.5 , so f*ck me, right?
Whoah whoah, I'm not having a feather filling... you want that? Go fetch a duvet!
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