who can twist her ankle while asleep! Ouch!
You poor thing. You’ve been having a real tough time lately, huh?
Hope thing get better soon.
Jim
I am the only person I know…
…who has ever made the engine of a Ford Pinto sieze from sheer abuse.
…who rode a Greyhound Bus from Atlanta to Denver with no food or sleep.
…who has tried to get a job in Antarctica.
…who has managed to sink a waverunner.
p.s. Sorry 'bout the ankle. Keep it elevated and iced 
I can sprain my neck yawning. I’m in pain for an hour. 
Zyada–if it makes you feel any better, I get calf and/or arch strains in my sleep. Not often, but probably a half dozen times a year.
I hope you feel better soon.
[sub]Being old sucks, lemme tell ya.[/sub]
I’m the only person I know who set his shirt on fire in a biology lab.
Oooh, ouchie, I get those too. My foot locks into an arch and I can’t unstick it. Hurts like heck.
OT: I’m the only person I know who has had to get stitches because of a stapler accident.
Sorry about your ankle hon. You sure someone didn’t kick ya? When I was a little girl I had to share a bed with my sister. One night I kicked her while I was alseep and fractured her ankle.
Grace, there wasn’t anyone else in bed with me sigh
I’m also the only person I know to have a dentist look at my x-rays and say “I’ve never seen anything like that before!” LOL
So what else sets y’all apart from the crowd.
Ooh! Ooh! I think I have the topper! I am the only person I know…
who has been trapped in a file cabinet!
Some of you may have seen rotating file cabinets, or shelves or whatever they’re called. It’s hard to explain, but I’ll try. Picture a metal…shell, I guess you’d call it. One could put shelves in it, or drawers, or stacks of boxes, or file folders hanging from metal rods. Then, if you want to fill up or get to the other side, you step on a pedal, releasing whatever holds the shell steady, and turn the shell so the other side is visible. That’s the filing system where I currently work.
So, today, I was informed that one of the shells wouldn’t turn because the boxes on the hidden side had fallen and were blocking it from turning. Well, little miss fix-it decided she would take care of that herself. She turns another shell to see the…rotor? I’m really bad at explaining this! that the pedal controls, and decides she can work it herself from the inside. She gets in the visible side of the shell, pushes down on the pedal and then pushes the walls to rotate the shell. Immediately, she finds that the rotor can’t be manipulated as she thought it could.
So she sits waiting for someone to come along, thankful that she has air and that people haven’t gone to lunch yet. Finally, not more than three minutes later, a co-worker walks by. (She’d halfway been hoping that someone would come in to the storage room, so she could do a little “Bad Ronald” on them, but so be it. She calls out, and after co-worker gathers others in the storeroom so they can be amazed, he turns the shell, to reveal Rilchiam saying, “Don’t ask…just don’t frikken ask.”
Of course, I did explain. Later I went back in to accomplish what I’d originally gone in there to do. And of course, co-worker couldn’t resist saying “Bye, Rilch!” But, ha-ha, that time I noticed a way I could have climbed out!
So that’s another thing that could have been bad but wasn’t. (First was my car not starting when Mr. Rilch was just passing the exit he needed to get to my office, and the battery not being dead, but just having a faulty connection.) This makes up for the time when I was left on firewatch on a movie set, while everyone else had second meal, a good one for a change, and by the time anyone remembered me, all that was left was four ravioli. Total of four, not four servings.
So I’m the only person I know who’s ever been trapped in a filing cabinet!