The Foot

I have never been the type of person to be graceful or have poise. In fact, it's mostly be the opposite. However, I have always kept myself from injuring myself too harshly. I guess April Fool's thought I should not have the luxury of saying this anymore.

Yesterday was like any other day. I had just come home and my friend/roommate wanted to go to the grocery store. Of course I needed to go as well because 1) I like food and 2) I like living. Also, being the forgetful person I am, I needed my wallet. I trudged up my stairs, grabbed my wallet, and descended down the stairs to head out the door and into the car.

The stairs, however, must have wanted to exact revenge from all the times I hit them with my feet or sat on their face with my buttocks. As I was walking down the last few steps, my ankle gave way and I fell forward. I didn't hit my face with the floor, but my foot took damage for it.

At first, it wasn't that bad. I thought it was just a little sprain... ya know, like normal people get sometimes (okay... maybe not normal... maybe just clumsy). I walked (read a limped) my way around the store and I was fine. However, when I got home, after I put up the groceries, I lied down on the couch to rest it.

That may have not been the best idea.

When my friends came back, I decided to go upstairs. I fell asleep for awhile, thinking maybe I would feel better when I woke up. My foot  actually hurt more than when I went to sleep! I thought I could still walk on it... It was a bad decision.

I let out a loud yelp when I tried to put pressure on it...

It's great because I get to miss class today! (That was sarcasm. I actually hate missing class because I feel like I'm missing something important.) Also, since the foot I twisted was my right foot, that means I can't drive.

Luckily, there is an amazing guy I can count on to take me there.

I just want to be able to walk, so I really hope nothing too serious is wrong with my foot.