Germany will be the death of me

Since being in Germany, my clutziness has skyrocketed. I've fallen down stairs at least 5 times, once hard enough to give myself whiplash. I fell off my bike twice, giving myself a new scar on the palm of my hand. And once, tripped over unevenness in the sidewalk and fell down. This last trip down the stairs finally sent me to the doctor. I managed to land directly on my foot, which twisted and my ankle made a disgusting series of pops. I tried to pretend I could just walk it off, but the next day it was swollen enough to look like I didn't really have an ankle. So after procrastinating a few more days, and looking in my German-English dictionary for the words 'ankle' and 'sprained', I finally went to the doctor. The x-rays said it wasn't broken, and I was kind of disappointed since I've never had a cast before. I did get this nifty red bandage though.


Anyone wanna sign my bandage?