Ça n’arrive qu’à moi ?
I succeeded at falling down while on a flat place and not walking… which means I spent my Sunday afternoon at the hospital, casualty, and came out with the certitude that the baby had not been harmed in any way, and that I had a sprained ankle. And…
sprained ankle = two walking sticks + physiotherapy + rest + ice pack
Really… I am afraid I will not ever do things the right way.
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