Martina

Saturday walking to the subway on our way to the Kräftskiva, something snapped in my right achilles' tendon, or felt more like something sharp stabbed me. I wouldn't move so I was standing in the stairs and didn't dare to move. J asked if we should turn back and go home, but there was no way in hell I was gona miss this huge party, so standing there for a few minutes until the worse pain was over, I managed to limp to the ATM, get some cash, down to the subway and the change to a buss to Henriksdalsringen. I wasn't very ast, but happy that I was moving. I sat down most of the time and when I didn't sit down, I was standing leaning my whole weight on my bad left foot. Yes, I'ma wreck, or more like me feet are a mess. So waking up Sunday...man, a 90 year old lady would have walked better than I did. A wheel chair would have been the perfect gift for me yesterday! But today I'm like a whole new person...or at least it doesn't feel like the tendon is gonna snapp every time I walk on the foot.

I think I need to go see a doctor...♥