Ain’t life grand?

It was just a lucky choice that I got my legs waxed on a Wednesday afternoon in mid-December. Little did I know it would be a very fortuitous appointment. Da da dum. (insert dramatic music here)

Because it was just a quick few days later that I tripped and fell in my morning bootcamp resulting in leg and foot fondling by a trainer, doctor, x-ray technician, another doctor, an emergency room nurse, an emergency doctor and then another doctor.  And by now? Well, it wouldn't be pretty.

By the way, here's a photo of what I was doing when I sustained a clean fracture of my malleolus, aka outer ankle bone. Ain't exercise a bitch?!