Battle Wounds

Don't be scared. This story has a happy ending. I know, you're thinking one more blog about Little Caesar's...we foreigners are pretty excited. It's all the blogging rage. Little Caesar's has graced us with it's glorious presence. But, this blog has a twist to it. There was much pain, agony, and heartbreak that the road to Little Caesar's was paved with. I know you are a bit disappointed that my battle wound wasn't due to a grander cause, but from where I'm sitting...there isn't one. Little Caesars has come and it is every bit like it is in America. 'ayna' (this means the same in Turkish) is what I have been telling all my Turkish friends. It really is. The pepperoni--though I hope not really pepperoni because my teacher partook which would be a sin for her, I feel they might have to advertise that in Turkey of all places--still tasted just like the real thing. But, back to how I got there. So, quite a few of us foreigners decided we should commemorate this momentous occasion by having an impromptu luncheon at our new regular dining establishment (I ate there 3 times in their first week...this cannot be a trend, my jeans can absolutely not handle it). I am crossing the finish line, or the street if you will and I turn my ankle. I think my face scared my roommate more than the oncoming cars--which there were not alot. She helped me across to the restaurant where we promptly appreciated that they were a foreign establishment because they had ice! They gave us some ice to help with the pain and then I headed on home in the V's van. I did have some pizza delivered later though to help ease the pain in my heart from missing out on Little Caesar's...not that it was the end of the world because as you read I did have it three times that first week. The ankle kept me down a bit, but it's not broken. Thank goodness. I do have to say that I am not a hypochondriac, but I'm convinced that the 3rd night after much walking, I had 3 plus pitting edema. Not good. But I've complied with all the R.I.C.E. directions. Rest, ice, compress, and elevate. Check, check. A week later and it's still blue, but feeling better. And I made it to Little Caesars... they made it to me...etc. The world's a better place now.
And, welcome back to the world of fringe. I have to rely on pictures, because I don't quite trust the mirror so I generally shoot one of these photos as I'm heading out the door and delete it later. I know. But, any who the bangs are back in town...at least for now.