misanagi

One minute I was walking down the stairs, then I hear a crack and I fall on my ass.

After cursing (silently) for a while I dragged myself down the stairs, managed to get to my apartment and limp to bed. After trying to ignore the pain for a while it was time to go to class. I managed to walk (not without a certain amount of pain) and get myself to the car. After I was dropped off the university, the magical thing that had helped me walk minutes before disappeared and I couldn't step on my foot anymore. My university is not handicapped friendly, and it's built in the hill of a mountain. So yeah, that left me limping and cursing at every staircase I saw, and I can tell you there were quite a few.

I got home and realized that this wasn't a small thing I could walk off (and believe me I tried) and asked my grandfather, who is a doctor, to check it for me. No, it's not broken, but I do have a bandage the size of another foot and my ankle is the size of an orange. He says I'll have to keep the bandage on for a while. There is no way my foot would fit into any shoe now. I do have class tomorrow, and I'm not looking forward to those stairs.

Needless to say, I'm not happy.
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On a brighter note, Happy belated birthday,