In which, I make a further attempt to obliterate my ankle.
So. It looks like most of the plans I'd had for the weekend are going to be amended. We had our fishing tournament (the station event I mentioned in yesterday's post) this morning, and I did my usual walking-around-to-take-photos bit. It rained for a while early on, which made the grass nice and slippery. That should've been my first warning. I was walking from one lake to another down a hill, hit a thick, slippery thatch of grass, and went down in exactly the same way that I did last June (i.e. with my left leg twisted up behind me). All I could do for a few minutes was just sit there, because a) IT HURT, and b) I was completely terrified that I'd re-broken the bone.
I'm the type who puts off going to the doctor unless absolutely necessary, so I haven't been yet. But so far as I can tell, it's a sprain. It hurts like the dickens, but it's more of a stretched muscle hurt than the agony that was a fractured fibula. The EMT who drove me to my car said that it's actually a lot easier to aggravate a previous injury than to create a new one, so it's most likely that I've just done something to the scar tissue. I'll give it another couple of days. At least I've still got all my wraps/brace/etc. stuff from last summer.
In other, completely unrelated news - I want this staircase. Holy cow. If I ever build/renovate, somebody's going to have to help me figure out how to copy the idea. If I can't have an actual library in my home, this would be the perfect alternative.
There's another photo on Apartment Therapy that shows the view from the top looking down - it's rather steep and vertigo-inducing. But I've seen equally steep ones in other lofts I've been in, so I think it could be workable.