Oh nooo
So yeah. Not yesterday, but the day before that, which would be tuesday, or tuesday night to bemore exact, apparently when I tripped and slammed my ankle into the curb I cracked it. I went to the doctor, finally, last night after stepping down on my foot wrong and crying for like 45 minutes before josh literally put me over his shoulder and into his beat ass truck and hauled me to the ER. It is a hairline fracture and really bruised. It is not bad though because they gave me the option of a casty thing, but I said I didn't really move a lot 8 hours of the day at work and I would keep it pretty immobile, so they et me get away with an ace bandage and crutches. but you know what? FUCK CRUTCHES. No, I will hobble anyday and look like a semi gimp over usuing crutches and hearing every 5 seconds "awww, how'd you do that?" It could have been fun though. I could have amused myself by coming up with odd answers all day like "Oh, well the hobo I was mugging bit my ankle before I shot him" or "I tripped while having sex with my neighbor'c cow." You know, ones that would make people be like "awww (their typical response whenever someone explains how they got hurt)ww... uhhh... *confused disgusted look followed by them hastily walking away* Nah, I will hobble.