cape curse...

i am starting to think i am cursed by cape cod. j and i had a lovely relaxing weekend away there. i took monday off from work to have an extra day and we spent 3 glorious days sleeping, eating, walking, and reading.

as we were loading up the car this afternoon, i managed to trip over the front step with two bags in my hand and land on my ankle just in time to hear a loud crack. i lay there moaning in my now ripped jeans (which i only bought a few months ago) until the shocked hubby came to retrieve me. Within 5 minutes, it looked as if my ankle was trying to give birth to a tennis ball :(

oyyy vei. after concluding that it most likely wasn't broken, i managed to drive back to boston (it was thankfully my left ankle, not the driving one), hobble onto the sofa, and haven't moved since. i don't think i'll be moving for a couple of days at least. and i can't even say it's from something cool like playing soccor, or skiiing....i am so cool.

so, why the curse? after we returned from the cape a few weeks ago, i came down with the flu for 3 weeks, and am still fighting a lingering nightly cough leftover from that. i have barely excercised in weeks and i have only just started to feel normal again from the flu and now.... so much for yoga tomorrow. we are going back to the cape this coming weekend to help the parents with some work on the house. wish me luck.

here's some photos from the weekend prior to my medical emergency. the rest are here on flick r