I dislike stairs ::nods firmly::
Okay, so perhaps I am an idiot, and perhaps not; I don't know which! All I know is that I've managed to hurt myself big time with my "doing things too quickly" phase. See ever since I've gotten out of Basic Training I have to do everything entirely too quick. I inhale my food so fast that I choke on it. I use the bathroom so quick that I give myself hugs stomach pains! Oh and now this one's gotta top 'em all; I ran down the stairs so fast that I hit the stair wrong and I think that I twisted my ankle. See yesterday at about 8:20 PM G-Mo was interrupting mine and Sarah's talk time by insisting upon arguing and hanging up clothes. Finally we gave up and decided to go down stairs and finish talking until Dad gave me to work at 8:30 PM. So this ten minutes had to be used wisely and I just had to get down stairs as fast as I could. Well, Sarah was way a head of me because I had to get on my shoes and grab my wallet and cell phone so that I was ready for work when Dad came down to take me. So here's the best part, I finally got to the foot of the stairs and I sprinted down them, I got to the second to the last stair and must have hit it wrong or something, because the next thing I felt was my body go one way and the damn ankle go the other! Then I was flat on my ass. I'll tell ya I felt a pain like no other in my life. First there was this sharp pain the coursed up and down my body then there was this numbness that came soon after. Immediately I knew that was good. So I sat there a few seconds trying to regain myself when Sarah walks back into the room, and I call her over and I tell her in a calm voice that I think that I sprained my ankle. What does she do, she runs off and get an ankle sprain management tape and states "I have a tape on it". Now, I'm hoping that this was just panic on her part, but I just don't know. Then she asks me if I can move it and I said yes. So I tried to get up all by myself and I did. I walked into the living room and sat on the couch. Sarah then proceeded to ask me if I was okay, if I was going to go to work. The answer was yea on both questions. She got angry with me because my eyes were teary (rare as hell if I cry then it hurts like a sob) and my voice was shaky as hell. She also asked me if it swelled was I going to go into emergency, full well knowing that I wasn't going to I told her yes to shut her up. I knew it wasn't going to swell and I was going to be fine. Then we talked for a bit and Dad took me to work at 8:30 PM. I was fine at work for about and hour, until 9:30. I felt this sharp pain coming from my foot. I thought maybe that's just to after affects so I did a stupid thing and took off my shoe to see just why I was getting this pain. Big mistake, because getting that damn shoe back on was hell on Earth! What I saw was my ankle was swollen to the size of a gulf ball! I called Sarah which was another big mistake and I think sent her into hysterics she told me to leave work and come home and I couldn't, because there was no one there until 12. So she told me to call her back and let her know. Well, to make an even longer story short they wouldn't let me leave and I left work at my usual time. I called my mother and told her to make me an appointment and went home to bed. Now it's noon and I'm awake and have an appointment at 3:45, yippee! I'll let you know the verdict of my stupidity as soon as I get it!