ugh
So this morning, I was moving rather quickly down the stairs of my building to get to my class, and, wonderfully, I tripped over a stair or two and stepped funny on my ankle. It hurt for a minute or so, but once the pain subsided I could walk fine, so I powerwalked off to class like I normally do when I'm late (which is often), and all was good.
Then my ankle started feeling a little sore around 1:30, and by the time I went to work at 3 it was getting bothersome. It is now 4:45, and I can barely walk. My ankle is swollen and hurts like a mother even when I'm not moving.
WHAT THE HELL. Uggghgghghhghgghh. If my ankle is broken I will cry. I do NOT have time to be injured, not to mention that I'm going abroad in early December and would like to be able to, you know, walk. WOE.
*hobbles off to a corner to pout*
Then my ankle started feeling a little sore around 1:30, and by the time I went to work at 3 it was getting bothersome. It is now 4:45, and I can barely walk. My ankle is swollen and hurts like a mother even when I'm not moving.
WHAT THE HELL. Uggghgghghhghgghh. If my ankle is broken I will cry. I do NOT have time to be injured, not to mention that I'm going abroad in early December and would like to be able to, you know, walk. WOE.
*hobbles off to a corner to pout*