hat: j.crew
. shirt anthropologie
. vest: old navy
. pants:
target . boots: paisley pomegranate
it was rainy all weekend here, which besides making my hair full-out unmanageable, turns out also makes me really really lazy as well. camden had to work both weekend days which we always hate. saturday i didn’t even leave the house, kramer and i just listened to the rain and thunder while we ate pizza and caught up on some reading, and watched way, way, to much t.v.
one would think that all this rest saturday would have put me in tip top shape sunday but oddly enough i woke up with what felt like a sprained ankle (maybe not sprained buy badly bruised or tweaked or pinched?). i’m not even quite sure how this can happen, spending a whole day on my butt then waking up the next not being able to walk. however something still has remained to be done and we have come up with a few theories here. some overly whacky theories indeed but theories all the same.
theory number one: all my laziness saturday; a.k.a. sitting, lounging, reading, t.v. watching, in return made my sleep cycles out of whack which then led to me sleep walking, resulting in a busted ankle and voilà, i have an unexplained injury awaiting the next day. this sounds bizarre but is not 100% impossible. let the record show i have sleepwalked a few times before, few being the key word, but none the less, i have done it. camden is an extremely heavy sleeper and has been known to say crazy things in his sleep which could explain for him not waking up during the incident. gosh, i can just picture it now, me walking around like a complete and utter zombie while camden mutters under his breath unrecognizable words and phrases becoming louder and louder until he is almost yelling them. quite the act we have going on around here.
theory number two or camden’s theory includes him spastically kicking me in the foot while we were sleeping “ninja!”. this seems highly unlikely to me however. on the contrary to camden, i am an extremely light sleeper and could almost guarantee a kick to the ankle of that magnitude would surely have woken me up. further more, no bruise or any sort of mark was found nor was visible where the kick would have taken place, but then again you never know.
my third and final theory and probably the most likely one is that i simply just had my ankle kinked some strange way for most of the night. simple and boring but somewhat likely.
the ankle continues to be in a funk and the mystery unsolved and unfortunately will most likely remain that way. we may never know how my posterior tibiotalar ligament (of course i looked that up) got this way but hopefully it will get better very soon. if not, i already have an appointment with the chiropractor for my back this week (man i’m crooked all over) and i’m hoping he might have some sort of clue to fixing it, because chiropractors can fix everything don’t you know.
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