It’s Kind of a Funny Story
One of the first things you should know about me (should we ever meet in person) is that I’m ridiculously clumsy. Sometimes, I am Bella Swan clumsy and it’s a little nauseating to say the least. I’m also extremely dramatic when I’m in pain or upset.
On my father’s side of the family we have a little inside joke because most of that side of the family could trip on air, that we call the Race grace; and it’s haunted me most of my life. Tuesday, the Race grace struck again.
It started out as a fairly uneventful day, I went to one of my least favorite classes that was surprisingly bearable, not in small part because of the fact it was a shortened day. Then me and my mom got lunch, went swimming and decided to take the dog out for a walk. I had debated going with her, but I felt a little lazy if I didn’t, so I followed her and the dog out. Less than maybe two hundred feet away the sidewalk ends turns into piles of rocks (because that’s landscape in Vegas for you) and then the curb that for some reason has a speed bump basically right next to it.
You can probably imagine what happened next.
I stepped off the curb and…
My ankle seems to have bent underneath the rest of me and the next thing I knew I was on the ground.
I’ve been icing it, keeping it elevated, and using a wrap but as it stands my ankle is pretty swollen and I can’t walk, which is just super fun!
The drama part of course comes in in the fact that being in excruciating pain I nearly fainted trying to hobble back to my house and the fact that I was screaming, “This is the worst pain of my life, just kill me now.”
At one point I did note how dramatic I really was in spite of all of this. Needless to say… I don’t take pain well.
It’s worth noting for anyone who asks why I didn’t go to the doctor… I can’t walk, so how shall I even attempt that? Besides, there isn’t much they could do for sprained ankles except give me crutches. Which would be a lot better than hoping and crawling around as I currently do.
I was able to laugh in spite of my pain, I certainly wasn’t able to cry (I think I’m out of tear ducts) and for the most part I’m not in any severe pain, as long as I don’t attempt to walk or stand. Oddly enough laying my foot swollen side down is more comforting than having it any other way. Go figure.
PS: Hopefully tomorrow I’ll have something more interesting to tell you about but I had to share my hilariously funny accident with you all. Even though I don’t really want to write at the current moment I have literally nothing but time on my hands and no ability to go anywhere so…
