[See the bulge on the right side of my ankle?]
I tried to walk it off, ice it and stay at work the rest of the night, but I just couldn't. In tears, I talked to my friend and decided it would be best to see the doctor. So, I went to Urgent Care last night. A place I have grown to hate. The receptionist was SO rude, not even looking at me while she answered my questions. She also told me it was an hour and a half wait. Ugh, I should have stayed at work, is what I thought to myself. I killed some time by getting Starbucks across the street.
[A comparison of my good foot and bad foot. I think my right foot looks a little blue because it had been without a warm shoe for a while.]
Despite expecting a long wait, as soon as I got back to the waiting room, I was called in. Only a 20 minute wait. SHHHHWEEET! After going through the fun process of telling the doc what happened, getting an x-ray and waiting for reuslts, I was told that there was no fracture (phew!) but an ankle sprain. I can live with an ankle sprain. I was given an ice pack, a heating pad, pain meds, and an ankle brace. I was told I could still work, but with limited activity.
[Less pain = a happier me]
My ankle is still swollen and still sore. Even though it isn't pleasant, I'm thankful that I can still hobble around. And hey, I can still say I've never broken a bone.
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