The weekend was nice. Not great, but nice. The weather wasn’t all that good but the boyfriend and I spent as much time as possible outside.
On Friday, before we left, I brought out the trash. I was in a hurry, went to the backyard of my house and *BAM* – I twisted one’s ankle. Not the first time, no. The first time that happend, a lot of years ago, my band was stretched and I had to wear a plaster cast.
When something like that happens, when something happens to the inside of my body, I get very frustrated without even knowing if it’s bad or not bad. So I was depressed the whole time wile driving to Stuttgart, which made my boyfriend depressed, seeing I couldn’t laugh at one of his jokes.
So we drove to Stuttgart, me with my hurting ankle. On Saturday the boyfriend took me to the hospital (seeing there’s no doctor office open) to get my leg checked and because I’m a chicken when it comes to the inside of my body… as you know.
The doctor was nice, but just looking at him even made me tired. Who knows how long he has been working in his shift already. He told me there’s nothing wrong with my ankel – God Thanks – I probably just twisted it so much that the bone hit the ground and that’s what’s hurting now.
That’s the most “exciting” thing that happened that weekend 🙂
One of those days Alex, the boyfriend, showed me Esslingen, a beautiful city. Unfortunatelly I didn’t have my camera with me. Next time.
Now I’m home in Munich again, working tomorrow at 1pm.