Not a Hoppy Bunny!

Hmm, this is not going too well! 5 days after my birthday I fall down a spiral staircase on a night out to celebrate said birthday. Nightmare, a dislocated ankle and two broken bones now fixed in place with metal work and 6 - 8 weeks in plaster to be spent at my mum and dads. So much for independence.

The running and other physical activities are going to be on hold for some time, so I suppose I should concentrate on the more creative things on my list.

The worst thing about all this is that I feel so depressed about it, I keep bursting into tears, and I can't exactly run and hide in my room. I feel totally helpless and want my life back, even if its the boring one I have lived for the last 7 years. Karma, God or whoever obviously wanted to make a point!