Two and a half years ago, we were planing a trip to Cancun and some how as I was walking out of my old house I stepped on the side of the sidewalk and broke my ankle. I just had lunch with scrat at my house and she was headed back to work for the day. She had just driven out of view as I stepped on the edge of the sidewalk. As I did this, I heard a loud "POP" and instantly felt the excruciating pain in my ankle. When I fell, I also managed to toss my cell phone about 10ft away from where I was laying there dying. When I finally got up enough straight to drag myself to my phone, I tried calling my mother for help but she wasn't home. This resulted in scrat having to leave work because I couldn't get a hold of anyone else to help me. I even had neighbors drive by without stopping to see why I was laying in the dirt in front of my house. So because of my great talent, I got to wear a walking cast to our first trip to Cancun.
What does this story have to do with anything...Well again I have injured myself just weeks before leaving for Cancun. This injury is almost as grand as the previous one. I was walking to my car after work and I stepped in a rut left in the snow by a car. Someone in the process, I snapped my big toe. On top of that, I am sick as a dog sitting her at work. We have 3 days to go before bording a plane and flying to Mexico. I really hope that I can at least get rid of this cold before we leave. But because of this is making me wonder if there is a curse trying to keep me from Cancun. I guess we will only find out if I break something else next time we decided to head out there.
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