So, guess what? My ankle fusking hurts! 
I went up to Maine yesterday, hoping to enjoy my two days off. I got up there no problem, in fact, my cousin joined me in my car, and I introduced him to the greatness that is Longwave. So I'll be picking him up a copy pretty soon. Anyways, I enjoyed a few hours on the beach, and after eating, we decided to get some ice cream (Two scoops, Oreo, and Java crunch!), and go climb on some rocks. Duhn, duhn, duhnnnnnnn!!!
I had no problem, until I came up over a rock wall where, unbeknownst to me, someone had decided to take some pictures. So, while climbing said wall, my cousin tells me of said situation, so I got up, and made some sort of a running jump, and landed on an uneven surface. I thought I had heard some cracking/popping upon impact, and immediately fell to the ground. My cousin and aunt ran over to check if I was okay, and after I assured them I was fine they continued climbing in another area. I proceeded to get up, but my head didn't agree, as I soon became very, very, light-headed and disoriented, so I decided to lay down for a few more minutes. But, the "wrestler"
in my brain told me "This is nothing, you messed up, but you need to keep going.", so I joined my cousin and aunt again.
Luckily, there wasn't much pain, so I was able to keep going, not thinking that it was only going to make it worse. But, as I recalled later, the only reason why it didn't hurt was because my adrenaline was still rushing through my system. Stupid adrenaline.
I got back to my grandparents RV, and went straight to the bedroom. I stayed there most of the night, and finally drifted off after my adrenaline-high ended. I woke up a few hours later, and walked around a little. But, soon enough, my ankle popped a bit, and I then crashed to my bed, clutching my ankle and rolling around in agony. I finally passed out after a few minutes, and slept the rest of the night.
Morning came, and I decided to get up and see how my mobility was. Lo and behold, all I could manage to do was either shuffle very Ozzy-like, or to hop on my right foot (Which I'd prefer, as it is more fun). Work should be very interesting tomorrow.
The wierd thing is, there's no bruising (yet), and the swelling is/was very light if anything. I think it may just be a sprain if anything, so, due to my self-diagnosis and the fact that my movement is increasing and the pain decreasing, there will be no hospital visit for me.
I went up to Maine yesterday, hoping to enjoy my two days off. I got up there no problem, in fact, my cousin joined me in my car, and I introduced him to the greatness that is Longwave. So I'll be picking him up a copy pretty soon. Anyways, I enjoyed a few hours on the beach, and after eating, we decided to get some ice cream (Two scoops, Oreo, and Java crunch!), and go climb on some rocks. Duhn, duhn, duhnnnnnnn!!!
I had no problem, until I came up over a rock wall where, unbeknownst to me, someone had decided to take some pictures. So, while climbing said wall, my cousin tells me of said situation, so I got up, and made some sort of a running jump, and landed on an uneven surface. I thought I had heard some cracking/popping upon impact, and immediately fell to the ground. My cousin and aunt ran over to check if I was okay, and after I assured them I was fine they continued climbing in another area. I proceeded to get up, but my head didn't agree, as I soon became very, very, light-headed and disoriented, so I decided to lay down for a few more minutes. But, the "wrestler"
in my brain told me "This is nothing, you messed up, but you need to keep going.", so I joined my cousin and aunt again.
Luckily, there wasn't much pain, so I was able to keep going, not thinking that it was only going to make it worse. But, as I recalled later, the only reason why it didn't hurt was because my adrenaline was still rushing through my system. Stupid adrenaline.
I got back to my grandparents RV, and went straight to the bedroom. I stayed there most of the night, and finally drifted off after my adrenaline-high ended. I woke up a few hours later, and walked around a little. But, soon enough, my ankle popped a bit, and I then crashed to my bed, clutching my ankle and rolling around in agony. I finally passed out after a few minutes, and slept the rest of the night.
Morning came, and I decided to get up and see how my mobility was. Lo and behold, all I could manage to do was either shuffle very Ozzy-like, or to hop on my right foot (Which I'd prefer, as it is more fun). Work should be very interesting tomorrow.
The wierd thing is, there's no bruising (yet), and the swelling is/was very light if anything. I think it may just be a sprain if anything, so, due to my self-diagnosis and the fact that my movement is increasing and the pain decreasing, there will be no hospital visit for me.
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I'm glad you liked the picture.