I made it about 30 yards into the parking lot before my foot caught in a pothole and I was sent tumbling down in a drunken glory of both grace and agility. To my credit, I expertly broke my own fall, leaving no visible scratches or scrapes. The real damage was done to my ankle, which was severely twisted. Being the manly man I am, I decided I could totally walk on it. I made it another 10 yards before I admitted the pain was so great that I was nearly going to pass out. This pain, was what I could feel through the effects of the alcohol. I'm sure soberly, I'd have been in man-tears. We sat on the side of the road for a bit, then I decided to call a cab. I then walked/hobbled half a block up to the nearest gas station, to await our ride.
I didn't think the twist or fall was worth a hospital trip, so I decided to sleep it off. Upon waking the next morning, the slightest movement sent me into excruciating pain. I changed my mind about the hospital pretty quick.
Anyways, 5 hours later I saw an orthopedic surgeon, and now I'm all casted-up. I'm pretty well immobilized for 6 weeks (Not a big change for me). So, lets fucking raid! I will say, I was looking forward to swimming this summer. My sister has a kick ass pool. Oh well...
Here's a picture of my ankle before the set it, and put it in a cast.
