Jeez, I'm bored.

Day four of being housebound and I have watched stupid amounts of Peep Show, spent hours reading random blogs, bought lots of things I can't afford on eBay and, well, that's pretty much it.

It's incredible that I can't find the time to clean up my rubbish tip of a room. This is strange for someone who is normally rather proactive. I am also grumpy and frustrated with the people who are trying to help me. Some of my friends even have bitemarks on their hands from when they were trying to feed me. ;)

Found a non-striking doc and he was rubbish. Didn't even touch my foot, but he did give me a cool aircast to go around my ankle, and he did tell me I'll be fine in six weeks. He also did not forbid me to go to Poland, but that doesn't fill me with confidence as he really didn't seem to give a shit in any way. Might find a new foot doc when the lazy bastards stop striking next week.

Getting better with the crutches. The German for crutch is Gehstock, which means go-stick. I think that's really great. My initial euphoria at angrily shaking my crutches at things has dissipated. They pretty much suck ass.

So, who wants to see my ankle? Since I understand that most of you would rather do anything but that, if you want to you can click on the link below. It is a little nasty.

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