Thursday, November 20, 2008
At home my mother declared it a sprained ankle. And while i was wallowing in self pity, my dad was laughing; my whole foot had swelled to about twice it's size and was beginning to turn purple, i don't really know what's funny about that, but my dad has had many broken bones and stuff so he's not very good at the whole "pity" thing.
Oh P.S. as treatment; my foot was wrapped in gauze, cushioned on a bag of frozen corn and i got two (bubblegum flavored) children's Tylenols as painkillers.