Milly told me I shouldn't play basketball the night before a week long business trip. I haven't played in a about a month but had the opportunity to do so again with some old friends and jumped at the chance. It just so happened that the first game we played I went up for a layup and got hammered by some talk freaky guy. Came down wrong on my ankle and I was done for the night.
I crawled off the court and kind of made it to Fred and Wilma's place where I was staying the night. I kind of remember dragging my self in side but its all a blur at this point as I was in a lot of pain. Good thing Fred and Wilma are used to injuries. They had walking boots, crutches, braces, an inordinate amount of pain killer and cookies to make me feel better.
Milly called and I didn't dare tell her she was right. Everything IS fine. And by the time I get home from my trip I'm sure my ankle will be healed. I almost made it through my whole nightly phone call without spilling the "you were right" phrase. But I'm a baby and like sympathy so ended up spilling the beans. I thought I deserved at least an "I'm sorry to hear you are in excruiating pain" but.......all I got was "uh huh, you should have listened to your wife."
Here's a few pics of what it looks like now.
At least I got to go in the handicap line and board early on all my flights.
Boo hoo. Someone feel sorry for me please. ha.
I'm sure you'll hear more reasons from me why you should always listen to your wife. Heaven knows this isn't the first time I should have taken her advice.
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