Whoops

So I decided to go on my nightly jog as is my wont. But no sooner than I left my house, the whole world shifted right and upwards. You know, like when someone gets hit by a car and all of a sudden they find themselves flying upwards. And then I was on the ground.

Turns out I was hit by a scooter. The scooter? It's rider and it, completely knocked over. Have to say this little experience was the scariest I have ever had. The driver said he was okay. I was okay. I walked home.

Oooh, that night my ankle hurt so bad I thought I was going to vomit. I send an e-mail to my manager that morning, who picks me up from my house in a taxi and takes me to a hospital. Thankfully it's only sprained, but yeah, for the next month, there won't be much in the way of speedwalking or jogging. So the diet is going to suffer a bit. At least I'm okay, though.