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The first day after the clocks change, when it's light enough to go running in the evenings after work, and I... fall over the dog and twist my ankle. It's swollen up impressively, and now I'm limping about like one of the Ringwraiths in the Bakshi-animated Lord of the Rings. (If you haven't seen the Bakshi-animated Lord of the Rings, then neither do you want to.)
I can't afford to phone in injured to work, so I'm hoping my boss will take pity on the lame and let me spend most of my shift sitting on the floor sorting out the Anthropology journals. Teaching will be easier, since I can sit down through the whole class, and simultaneously more frustrating, since I usually don't sit down through the whole class. Tomorrow's tutorials will be conducted without any kneeling on tables or pacing about between the class and the whiteboard. Bah.
But, mostly: the dog. How did I not see the dog? And more importantly, how many of my colleagues and students will believe me if I make up a story in which I twisted my ankle doing something world-changing and heroic?
I can't afford to phone in injured to work, so I'm hoping my boss will take pity on the lame and let me spend most of my shift sitting on the floor sorting out the Anthropology journals. Teaching will be easier, since I can sit down through the whole class, and simultaneously more frustrating, since I usually don't sit down through the whole class. Tomorrow's tutorials will be conducted without any kneeling on tables or pacing about between the class and the whiteboard. Bah.
But, mostly: the dog. How did I not see the dog? And more importantly, how many of my colleagues and students will believe me if I make up a story in which I twisted my ankle doing something world-changing and heroic?
I have insomnia so I hate the clock changes...........
Date: 2007-03-25 11:16 pm (UTC)*hugs*
feel better,
Chris
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Date: 2007-03-26 12:10 am (UTC)This icon represents the size of dog it's reasonable to trip over because you didn't see her, especially since they like to lurk just behind your ankles. Maybe the dog is in fact a witch and can become invisible or something? actually, from what you report, getting that dog to behave *is* something world-changing and heroic.
Virtual tea and sympathy, hon, and I hope you did sensible things with ice and rest.
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Date: 2007-03-26 12:54 pm (UTC)She's currently developed an obsession with carpet underlay. The carpet itself, she carefully removes and lays aside, but she'll drag huge portions of underlay up the stairs to her basket. We've tried spraying everything with that anti-dog-chew stuff, but she just licks it off. It's a good thing this dog is cute.
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Date: 2007-03-26 12:51 pm (UTC)Re: Bakshi - "Quick! Get out your kazoo." (http://flyingmoose.org/tolksarc/bakshi/bakshi.htm)
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Date: 2007-03-26 02:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-03-26 01:21 am (UTC)That was light, but: ouch! and best wishes.
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Date: 2007-03-26 12:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-03-26 04:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-03-26 11:34 am (UTC)You may need to keep the dog in the story for verisimilitude. Perhaps you were heroically saving the dog from ... erm ... well, the only thing I can think of which is both likely to be lying around and dangerous to dogs is chocolate, which doesn't add to the heroic effect, really.
It's an excellent opportunity to make someone a blackboard monitor, though. Bonus points if you get them to bring you coffee, too.
Hope it feels better soon!
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Date: 2007-03-26 12:57 pm (UTC)My family cat's (see icon) ambition in life is to trip someone up on the stairs. He actually waits until you've set off down them and then races up them towards you.
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Date: 2007-03-26 04:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-03-26 05:13 pm (UTC)As for your last question: most people, I would guess.