Friday, April 15, 2011

Une Déchirure Musculaire

I went into school this morning eventhough Pascaline said I could stay at home. Consequently, Marie made fun of me for limping like an old lady. After lunch Pascaline picked me up from school and took me to the doctor. Surprise and disappointment: many French homes do not include sinks in the toilets. I did not expect this to be the case in the doctor's office, but when I went to wash my hands, I could not even find hand sanitizer!
According to the doctor, I tore a muscle. I now have to take Advil, an anti-inflammatory, a decontractor, and rub a lotion on my thigh.
I miss walking and skipping!

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