Meredith thought she'd be okay sans crutches, but right when we got off the plane she reinjured it pretty badly and it swelled right back up. After we'd finished our latkes, we ran out to the store to pick up ANOTHER pair of crutches. (Which was no big deal because crutches are WAY easier to find near a retirement village in Florida than they are in the East Village.)
I woke up Friday morning and it felt like somebody had chopped by head with an ax while I'd been sleeping. Before going into work, I ran out to the store and picked up a pair of crutches for Meredith.
And this picture pretty much sums up how my head felt as I got out of the cab and walked back to my apartment. Note to self: Sleep more. Happy Birthday Niki and Katie!
