Temporarily crippled.
Maybe I should be more politically correct in the usage of that term.
Nonetheless, it is descriptive of what I am referring to without so many words. So, I have, for the past two weeks (coming into my third) been bound by a set of crutches to make myself mobile. I wish I had a more adventurous story to relate when people ask me how it happened. No, I did not attempt some groundbreaking dance moves. No, I did not injure myself in a hiking/rock-climbing/pole-dancing or anything remotely more/less interesting than that.
I was walking in a well populated, very developed area in a tame suburban area smack in the middle of KL where the closest, most exciting activity there is bowling; I missed a step, slipped and landed awkwardly on my left foot, in my high heels. Sigh. I can see the disappointment in people when I tell them what happened. They’re expecting some grand and adventurous story, because apparently people don’t just slip and fall in the city. Because at least then, the injured foot that led you to be immobile and home-bound for 3 weeks, was all worth it. I guess I am inclined to agree. I am lame.
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