Anyone up for a tale of usual silum stupidity? Ok then...
So decide to go climbing with a few buddies. We make it to the pub on Saturday evening and enjoy plenty of Old Rosey cider (evil 8% stuff)...ooo, how about some piccies...
They were having some live music so it was absolutely packed (and brilliant btw). So we enjoy ourselves on old rosey from 5 till closing (oops) and eventually decide to make our way down to the sea where we were gonna camp. In my lovely state I decided this would be much better spent running at full tilt down the rough path to the coast. Now, my ankles been playing up anyway but was feeling much better so that wasn't the problem. At some stage during this epic mad dash to the beach I fell over.
🙁 ...lol. No biggie, except the next morning, I could only just walk... and then after plenty of walking just to get back, I am now
again back in crutches just to get around. :cry:
I am seriously fed up right now. I dont know if anyone else here has spent any serious amount of time in crutches, but trust me, the novelty wears off. Anyway, since my buddy was driving us around, I decided to get down there by train. Upon leaving his house in London at around 7pm, I got home to Derby at 2:15am last night. What a great day huh? I should really go to A&E but to be honest, I'm almost sure its just tissue damage and the only thing is rest anyway.
So yea, not the best weekend.
/vent